Re-Discovery
In the coffee and cream
Of campfire and moonlight
Her luscious legs are like cinnamon sticks
Stirring the heat of the July 4th night
The fire’s glow
Ruby shoes
Slipped to her bare feet
Full moon a spotlight
My wife is a movie star at her own premier.
We’ve held hands beneath the dazzling edges
Of these summer constellations for decades
Up North
Beside Torch Lake
The stars a billion light years away
Yet here they are
At the end of our noses
Like reading glasses.
We’ve spent hours squinting into the night
A night just like this
It must be a thousand of them
With our eyes adjusting and re-adjusting
From the radiance of fire
Back to the black of space
Face to face
Wordless for hours
Beer after beer grabbed from the cooler.
It’s taken me this long to fully realize
That it is we who are spinning
And not that eternal carousel of universe
Up there
Slowing to a stop
For my turn.
She doesn’t look that different to me
From 30 years ago
Worn from trouble, for sure, but still delicious
Like the first time I heard an album crackle
With Light My Fire
To just yesterday
When I heard that same magical melody
Echo back to life
From an old fashion car radio.
She looks beyond
The orange rampage of my face
To the blue moon veiled overhead
Full and colliding soundlessly against the smoky clouds
Her lipstick like heat lightning
Pressed to my finger tips
Paparazzi shaking the bushes
Our beautiful four kids smiling like flash bulbs
We hold hands for another summer
For another glorious try
Sequel after sequel.
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