Coffee with a friend

I'm not sure what vehicle I am riding these days. Certainly it varies from day to day. Coffee or lunch with friends, old and new, is a treat, always, no matter if I am driving, walking, or sitting still. Next year? Really? I have no idea where I'll be next year.

Coffee with a friend

Last fall:

In my perspective:

Lovely.

We must do this again

Next year,

She says.

We

All of us

Ride different cycles:

Unicycles

Bicycles

Tricycles

Some with too many wheels

To count,

Hamster wheels maybe.

Some walk endless treadmills

Wait for a power outage

So they can stop

Finally stop.

Coffee with a friend.

We must do this again

And again

And again

Before next year

Before we die.