It was almost like a remembered task
that one thought he had put off for later
but thankfully delivered itself like
a reminder. It also came after
vespers. The only way to receive was
through thanksgiving. Boyet came to visit
from Malinao and found his Jazz studio
flat rather drab, there was no diversion
tv could provide so messengered Ham
who was about to hit the sack. Would he
on short notice get together four friends.
It was a proposition with myriad
possibilities one could not decline.
Long story short, Rody contacted Rudy
and a date was set. The original
Shakey’s was dumped because Greenbelt did not
have it but Gerry’s Grill compensated
for the missed pizza. And it was the first
time for two of them to taste light Lemon.
There was no time to waste; stories flew and soared
in-between laughter for anecdotes told
in jest and with sinister wit. Friendships
only need a stoke, the embers wriggle
at the slightest touch and the ardor feeds
on itself. It helped that the drink was light
because it generated a heavy
recollection of all the fervor, fun
and frivolity of true amity.
ABRAHAM DE LA TORRE