sitting in sun
lit lounging under long
shadows lengthening drinking in
the libatious summer.
rolling boules across the dust
scapes the onlookers revel
reveal their pleasure for little
passions. fiddles tune the air
leftover from festive nights
the breeze blows balls pinging
ponging and i sit longing
to laugh your laughter to
chat with you after the day
is done and naught needs doing.
so short so sweet like seasonal fruit
your scent lingers as i scatter
featherless wings wishing
i could fly the way you wanted
me too. all your splendor on offer
yet i chose only to seek
your mind your heart your other
arts those parts that make you
the mosaic i am left piecing together
how much i enjoyed the way
you showed me the long way
back to myself. the table is open
the ping the pong the sing the song
of two people catching up after all this lifetime.
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