Me and Joanna Lumley
I caught Joanna Lumley reaching
through the open window of a bakery for bagels
crisp and hot and frankly
much tastier than any dreams
that had consumed us
in our adult lives (as I said to Joanna)
and she agreed, then added, “Except for the Gurkhas.
I’m proud of that,” and I agreed,
then at the corner we went our separate ways
to stare at the sky, to dream of mountains,
of hot butter running everywhere, equally.
Jennifer spends as much time as she can in the 15th century, but comes back for hot showers and bagels.