He says he’s writing a computer program
in an unknown place.
Where you might follow a brook upstream
and be surprised by
a forest lake
sparkling in the sun,
And follow a path around it
to a ramshackle house
at the end of a dirt road
where a woman with dark hair and soft eyes
opens the door
and smiles a welcome.
And I say that that sounds cool,
and I also say,
that the real world has surprises like that, too,
and even soft-eyed women,
and he should maybe go for real walks sometimes.
He turns to me,
like he’s about to say something,
but then he just shakes his head
and goes back to the keyboard.