I write very poor poetry. Pity me and my madness.

Reunion

Right now people I went to school with
are gathered on a golf course
7 hours away
reliving four years of high school
and the ten years since.

I declined the invitation.

They are probably all wishing
that the drinks were cheaper
and that the company was better.

My drinks are cheap enough
and the company here - nobody - is fine.
We have the most interesting conversations
while I write this,
and no one is ashamed of being
in Cincinnati or the Navy
because no one at the table
is in Cincinnati or the Navy.

I'm buying a round for everyone at the table
and you, too.

Drink up.
I have avoided the company of strangers
one more time
and that is cause for celebration
even if this poem isn't.