Sunday, March 6, 2011

Rudy's Pizza

And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own;
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.
-Charles A. Miles

He changes his pace to match mine
his gait is easy, no hurry
not at all restless
we walk slow
down Chestnut Street
with Bellingham Bay
laid out before us.

At Rudy’s
we order my favorite pizza
split a pitcher of beer.
He listens to me explain
what empty feels like
makes sure my glass is full
maintains eye-contact
doesn’t change the subject.

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