Bernie, I saw you

sitting in the back of the Broadway bus before you saw me and I staggered back the bus lurching to fall ingloriously into the seat beside you You seemed startled to have me arrive in such informal fashion after so long so long a time but you smiled and asked me how I was (While you were talking I was listening but remembering, too, things like the time the partition fell over on you in the art department and you never stopped drawing) And the bus lurched on through the bright sunshine with the trees waving in the friendly breeze and Upper Broadway looking its usual bright, chaotic self It was only a few minutes till you had to get off but there was so much warmth that I smiled all the way home.