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Dinner Grilled and a land Forgotten

You are far away now Off in fields of gold Dappled with evenings hot velvety light 90 degrees of separation has dulled the sword eased the pain The grasshoppers chirp in unison to your labors but they no longer ache in your solar plexus Nor mine What sweet sorrow is loss and gain I now walk down the very paths I have always so longed for the dark rich peat paths of happiness contentment oozes from these fingertips as I write and I wonder if happiness is poetry Or does it preclude it all together The night sky fills with stars The stars fill with fire flies that burst out of them like infinitesimal lightning bolts jettisoned to my soul he and I chase storms on decks swirled in smoke We banter and bay at one another you are in a field of gold somewhere or beside a river bed The smell of the wet earth of shore beneath you reaches me… but momentarily dismissed as the ash of the bonfire of a week ago fire or the grill of last night’s unbelievably tasty ribs he concocted from air for me and me alone but then we shared with so many dinners Lingers on my lip tips…the bottom edge I kiss him and mean it with all I am A being a re-being Super beings are we all and our colors wash upon the canvas of my life melding into one great magnificent us Spectacular are we the creatures who so love life we give our only begotten selves to each other and never ever forsake us

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Date: 3/28/2014 5:34:00 PM
very nicely done Ingrid. love to read this kind of poetry :) you have a great day :)
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Ingrid Showalter Swift
Date: 3/30/2014 9:11:00 AM
Thank you so much Debbie!