We sat on South Bayly, on a beautiful summer evening
In the presence of creative-non-fiction genius.
Our local bookstore, one of the few remaining greats, 
Delivered in spades to bring us his relevant and quick-witted humor.

Sedaris, Oh captain my captain, Harbinger of Pure Joy,
Your ponderings, and quirky stringing together of prose
To paint fascinating images of ordinary things,
Ignite my desire to see and hear with your curiosity.

For decades you have drawn me beyond
My prosaic imprints of happenings in my world
To examine the phrase less traveled, the quizzical truth
Finding the eternally interesting route, rejecting the mundane.

Between gut-tightening guffaws, bringing tears to my eyes
And light bulb moment epiphanies of shared human experiences,
I marveled at your ease in rendering your weird, sometimes bawdy
Encounters to our everyday engagement in the richness of this life.

Will I ever be able to see the world as you do?
Will I ever be observant enough to perceive life’s oddities?
Will I ever be clever enough to magically transform them?
Will I ever be brave enough to deliver them to the page?

We left you to dine at a Frankfort Ave restaurant
Known for its fabulous food, al fresco dining, and coach’s sexcapades.
Seated near the entrance, we had access to eavesdropping on
Diners conversations as they entered and were seated.

In walks the “Wensleydales”, patriarch Charles, matriarch, Margaret
And, Jackie- O bobbed daughter, Rebecca, resplendent in diamonds.
Greeted by name they were seated at their usual window table in the corner,
Close enough that we continued to share in their conversation and their perfume.

When asked by the waiter if they would like to try a seasonal spritz,
Rebecca inquired “Do you have something with little to no color?”
Bewildered, the server responded with a list of potentially drab offerings
Unclear if any would meet the desired description of being “colorless”.

We waited with bated breath to see where this was going…
Her linen dress was navy so we supposed spillage was not the fear.
“She just had her teeth whitened”, Charles offered, to bring things full circle.
“Perhaps just a glass of Proseco”

Oh David, what you could have done with this one…