That time of day

Every afternoon, we stop everything by four
She to construct for herself
a small plate of snippets
of various cheeses and crackers
— Oka, smoked gouda, brie
on stoned wheat thins — and paté
and with a large glass of cool beer
She sits;
I bring my goblet of red wine
or tumbler of scotch or demerara rum
neat for sipping
I sit;
And we relax and discuss the day or
the week or year or lifetime
It is a time of bonding and enjoying our
almost fifty years together, most of those
married to each other.
What makes this time of day work?
Forgiveness — of course that
can make any relationship work
but only if it is accepted and reciprocated.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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