new friends

this weekend I met new friends 
sang a homemade song in a croaky late-night voice 
smoke clung to my hair for days
kayaked over sparkling lake water
listened to the throaty laughter of old friends reconnecting 
missed my dog more than I expected
sipped a ghost pepper “hot pants” cider 
cried in the car because grief still loves to ride shotgun 
listened to the longest group-retelling of a love story
which might be my favorite way
of getting to know
a crew of strangers

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