Stop by
sit and watch the leaves
turn golden
before they fall to ground
Call ahead
I will make fresh coffee
we’ll discuss
life and the issues of the day
No one will troll us
grinding their ax with regurgitated conspiracies
no one can hack us
we’ll talk quietly and try to understand
Just you and I
sipping coffee as we watch the leaves
turn golden
before they fall to ground
10-29-19
My husband's poetry 
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