It’s magic how vast whatever is out there
and here we are sitting over two tiny beers
rolling through the routines of private jokes
basking in the glory of a friend’s rich anecdote
as if nothing else matters and nothing exists
but the joy and understanding, a shared bliss
we each treasure in our different little ways
and couldn’t over-indulge with genuine praise
for the hours of fortune, giving tales and facts
these moments deserve our own blue plaques
the ever-giving and ever-grateful merry band
a magnificent microscopic scratch on the land.
