In a Plaza

I’m sitting in a plaza as

I’m waiting for a friend.

There’s a bench and breeze, both things

On which you never can depend.

 

I’ve got the time and also have

My pencil and my pad,

So getting here this early wasn’t

Really all that bad.

 

I hardly get to see this friend

So this is such a treat.

We’re seeing different plays, but still

At least we’ll get to meet.

 

A little conversation then

A very welcome hug,

Which is better for my soul

Than any therapy or drug.