What to say of a marriage
well worn? She’ll dive into a coffee
pot this morning, swimming
into another day as hours do laps
around the clock.
Her eyes – from what I can see –
refuse to accept the daylight,
fighting a battle she’s lost before but,
ever hopeful, lashes out once more
against the sun.
I place a hand on a coffee mug and
pledge allegiance in whatever wars await
after her hair is dried and our son
once again demands we mix
water and milk.
For a few minutes, we are a couple
embracing small moments crackling
with sparks the same they have
all these years even as the clock dances
through another day.
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If this is what passes for life,
what dreams may come,
I want to wake (if what
passes before my
eyes passes before Your eyes
too) in this place again and
again, wearing the past,
brown to gray,
entwined with what lies a
head, though the mind sometimes
gets a head of me.
The morning has brought the sun
and the road ahead is sure
to be paved with dreams where you
the center of all.
Let it be sunny
(not so bright that it obscures
what is clearly yours
enough so I can look at you
with squinted eyes
while my knees shake under the weight
of a world of memories
never really past.
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