it is her turn

we’re talking over lunch

her aged mother is causing problems

going deaf going blind

drips of incontinence

& I’m listening hard

nodding uh uh’ing in all the right places

she is letting off steam

spinning the wheels of our friendship

greasing the places between

not needing advice

no hints course of action needed

but to listen do the uh uh’s

be there in the flesh

ears open mouth shut

it is her turn to talk now

& some other time

when necessary

it will be mine