BBQ days and the salsa of friendship

I am new here
A stranger to the community
but the BBQ of friendship
is sizzling on my hot plate

I’m a foreigner
in a green and pink garden
but the salsa of new friendship
is stirring in my salad bowl

Someone smiled
offered me their number
now the coffee in my morning
is texting on my tea cup.

I am new here
You don’t know me
But the tango of a friendship
is Cha-cha-ing around my sugar bowl.

Danielle Bruce (Victoria)
As well as writing poetry, Danielle blogs at Eat My Street.

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