Middle-Age Privilege
Outdoor cafe table.
Wine glasses full.
Local greens spilling out
of hubcap-size bowls.
Hair fluffy but well-bossed.
Glossy toes in mules.
Chunky watch.
Large overflowing bag
sitting like a well-behaved dog
at ankles-crossed feet.
Phone nearby, silent.
Best friend, all ears.
More wine.
No interrupting.
Lots of nodding.
Long spells of describing
running injuries,
lamenting having sold
the eliptical.
Lamenting being forced
to do yoga
until the knee
is better.