thinking about ed

we used to sit on our lawn chairs by the river
Sunday afternoons with a beer or two
and our binoculars
in the shade of the old oak
and speculate about how many
topless babes we would spot
sunning on the decks of passing yachts
and we would talk for hours
about things I don’t remember now
that don’t matter now
in my office basement
with snow piled around the windows
and your face relaxing, cooling
while your wife and children gather
in the northern town
near another body of water
you have already crossed.

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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: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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