energy and literature...

today's happy hour was interesting.
gary came in with a bunch of literature that he'd either written or edited.
he read me some of his poems and told me stories of new york and colorado,
between gulps of shiner bock.
every once in a while he'd go outside to smoke a cigarette, without excusing himself,
leaving me alone, surrounded by text.
i read a few words from each book, clinging to the meanings, in hopes of memorizing them.
i've already forgotten.
from there, luis came in and the three of us spoke of energies,past lives,
psychometry and spiritualism.
luis touched a coaster i had been holding and said he felt a very strong energy
and saw an image of a short man with short, dark hair.
about an hour later, i brought up a person in my life who fit that description.
it was intense.
i liked it.