Filling My Cup

Don't you just love afternoons

when the sun is peeking out 
from behind cloud curtains 
like the watchful neighbor
 who knows everyone's business

and you're meeting a friend

at a local unbranded coffee place

for a hot cup of something,

a few minutes of intelligent conversation

(because she is, after all, a friend

and you only have really smart friends)

and to give her a stack of books

you've finished reading?

A vanilla chai latte, please.

As skinny as you can make it.

I brought my own cup.