Back Pocket Book Entry 22

He still puts her coat on her when she is ready to leave.

-listens, laughs-


The snow still piles up in April-


The first pitch has been thrown, wins and stats recorded.

She watched with him.

He ended the matinee game

with a kiss

and prepared dinner-


They sat under separate lamps

with different volumes

varied content-

never discussed the words

And smiled distinct smirks-


Good night,

they embraced

and fell into individual dreams

which included

each other-


And then the morning’s coffee come again

with proper names

to re-orient the world

around this place

to make the centricity

of it all


Neither helio-  nor  geo-  but he and her

as letters from the cosmos for one another.


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