Keisha

I was sitting by the lake reading
you sat down next to me
as if we were old friends.

I helped you lower yourself
and you complained
of the growing twins inside you.

You asked if I had a second plum
I did not but I willingly gave
the one I had.

It was clear you wanted to converse
but the strangeness of your familiarity
drove me deeper into my book.

I would have gladly sat in silence
sharing the warm quiet afternoon
but talk is what you pushed for.

Eventually, realizing my resistance, you left
I hope you find whatever it is you seek
and wish you well.

How odd, to look for companionship
from a lone man, deliberate in his solitude.
As if the ripe red plum I held was some bright beckoning beacon.