spring here
so pleasant to sit
on a balcony
drink tea with friends
talk movies
as if life resides there
then home
fry mackerel
eat an apple a peach
drink lemon water
and wistfully stare
at that unopened bottle
of whiskey
calling my name
but who can I drink with
old friend
you are long gone
the cat too
the dog’s ashes
in an urn
no distractions left
to delay
the memories’ return
as spring night descends
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Leonard Durso 
Nice poem! In Romania it feels like summer already, today we’ve had 30 degrees C and I can’t be more happy.
Thanks for sharing! 😊
Lucky you. Enjoy the sun.
Uncomfortably real.
Thank you, Becky.
Spring sprouts hope even when some memories are hard to swallow. Beautifully written, Len.
Thank you, Michael. Thankfully there is always hope.
Yeah.
Ditto.