Pull into friend’s driveway,
emerge from car crooning
top-of-lungs loudly.
See unexpected carpenter
straddling slanted shingles,
grinning at the tone-deaf singing.
Awkward moment, must decide:
embarrassed or joyful?
Choose joy.
Greet the stranger boldly,
despite timid tendency.
See other workhead bob,
initially hidden by roof slope.
Turns out his scruffy head
belongs to the guy you chatted up
at a friend’s wedding
five years ago,
a hundred miles away.
You danced
full-blown
hippy-dippy
with him,
discovered you lived
in the same town,
gossiped long
into the tipsy night,
never saw him again.
'Til now.
Karen G. Johnston
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