Gander

I am sipping hot tea
At Swamis cafe waiting
For Carol to join me for our
Saturday breakfast out as I
Read about Magellan and
Write poems attracting a
Young waitress who is
Curious and offers to
Take a gander at my
FB poems which is
Why I write them
In between the
Chapters of
My books
Sipping
Hot tea
With lemon
Russian style
Though the samovar
Here is labeled hot water
And I remember all the strange
Places and people I have so
Enjoyed meeting over tea
Over the years amazed
That what is good for
The goose may be
Gandering my
Poor poems
Over hot
Tea &
Lemon
With a small
Cough drop added,
Hearing the young woman
Use the phrase gander
Set off this poem as
Other things have
Elicited earlier
Poems.