Brown is the color of friendship

On a light misty night,
Turning the lights off to a guest
A Hasidic rabbi who drove 500 miles
Making stops every half hour
To find friends sipping tea
Outside
Sitting on the ground
Laughing off stars, protests, events, whatevers

"Do I not speak clearly?"
Kasia asked,
When the rabbi could not
Hear where to check his email at 3:00 am

Not to miss - another late night guest -
A rabbi maybe
They drank another cup of
Black tea
Anticipating Maria's unexpected arrival
Before saying "Good night"
In their tricolored tongues.

dedicated to Kasia from Freedman