old friends sitting by a pool
eating guacamole and drinking
beers and laughing because
the memories are funny
and the guac is good, not
this-is-my-house-mother’s-
recipe-from-my-semester-
in-Mexico-City good, but
still good, and the beer helps
because when doesn’t beer
help? The conversation spills
on the afternoon and silences
finally tell everyone to go
home — the host has kids who
need to get to soccer to make
friends who will one day sit
around a pool drinking
and talking on down
the line, everyone by pools
in early June eating guacamole