Power Lunch

Lets meet each other

between the pauses

and stammers of our speech,

reach across a stable table

we've yet to spill drinks upon,

all these years we've been

walking in and out of
each other's dreams

and we still can't see

the moon nor the sun
we we most need them,

we can't argue with a map,

we cannot shake a finger at a class ring,

we shouldn't discuss the soup we cannot reheat,

I will put down my phone

and walk five hundred miles

If you lay down your laptop

and sing like you used to, 

 it will a bag lunch over the expressway,

soda and pocket pitas on  a pedestrian bridge
enclosed in steel netting,
old times and short laughs
watching cars drive to smoke stacks around the bend.