10.26.2022

put a finger in your hair and twirled it

That was the day we made love 
in a room without a bed, 
a room of tall windows and a rose ceiling, 
and then we moved outside 
and sat there on a high deck 
watching the pelicans dive into the waves 
as we drank chilled white wine, 
and after a little while 
I put a finger in your hair and twirled it, 
and you smiled and kept looking at the sea. 
 
It must have been almost seven 
when I found the car keys and kissed you 
because you said you would make us 
an interesting dinner 
if I picked up some things at the market. 
 
And the blue sky was still illuminated 
as I walked across the parking lot 
and through the electric doors, 
for the days of the year 
were now increasing by the minute, 
 
and I will not soon forget how, 
after I had filled the basket 
with two brook trout, 
asparagus, lemons, and parsley, 
 
rum-raisin ice cream, and a watermelon,
the check-out girl
no more than a junior in high school
handed me the change
and told me to have a nice day.
 

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