Sun and Stories

(Written outside a pub in Wales, on a sunny day.)

I'm sitting

In the sun

Glorious

With a cooling wind

And beer.

Sea behind me, lapping

As I sup.

They're mildly rowdy

Telling old tales

Of schoolyards

And best friends.

I don't mind.

They need the sun

And stories .

As the day fades

They return inside

And I watch them through the pane

Singing and hugging

As they say farewell

To the memory of a friend.