I have a friend who eats with me
He takes the time, so busy is he,
We never see each other ‘til noon.
I get a sandwich, then very soon,
He gives me for an hour to share
To show each other how much we care.
I discuss flies, ants, and spiders with him
And wave my arms as if to swim.
He bobs approval and dodges my swing.
He’s just a fruit fly on the wing.
Back about 1978, DeVry had a lull in student enrollment, so I opted to work as a machine illustrator for one of Bell and Howell’s equipment manufacturers. I drafted machine parts and illustrated how to assemble them. Loana packed me a lunch. I wrote this poem about my lunch experience.
