You sit calmly and silent
following my racket
giving nods and smiles
to show you’re keeping up.
Every last thread of detail
unravels in an onslaught
I’m desperate to offload
as quickly as you say ‘Pint’.
Then it’s your turn to go.
Rounds and words flow
to our pact’s usual drill
getting everything out
to devise each other’s plan.
One of these a month
keeps it all afloat
informing the next tales
we dissect, resolve and file.
