After the Farewell Lunch

Shortly before moving away from Portland, I got the chance to have a farewell lunch with Professor Hyong Rhew, one of just three or four people whom I call "my most beloved teachers." Also present was my long-time friend Chris Stasse, whom I similarly call one of "my most beloved friends."

This poem commemorates the mischievous post-prandial activities of that day. I believe this is the first poem I've written for Chris; it probably won't be the last.