Monday, August 11, 2014


And I woke up when you smiled.
Standing up I followed curves on the river,
I phoned long distance each night,
I heard your voice on the radio, in the speaker phone at work,
behind sirens on friday nights.

we danced in the kitchen uncountable tangos,
innumerable salsas and sambas and other tunes
of rocky mountains high.

We wept when baby left,
and we sat the table for afternoon coffees,
tea and biscuits: old friends. Lovers.
Silently, now. Silently.

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