In Between

Not often enough
a good friend visits.
We are connected in
so many ways and some
so different. Will you be
the first to come or go-
definitely not. More
prideful creatures would
beg to differ. Let them
wallow in their plastic
pools with their underwear
on and a margarita. Even
the palm tree is rubber
and glue. I like to be
secret like cello music
played in the darkness.
Like walking in pajamas
through the midnight park
or drinking champagne
at the drive-in movies.
And though I won't be first
or last, that something
in between is good.