Date Night

The sun just went down tickled pink.
Tomorrow an ice rink will form on the pond.
Coming up on midnight
this evening waxes in a high wind,
etches patterns on my glass
with sand blown all the way
from last summer’s beach.

Did I wear the day away
with hard-fought sanity?
White knuckles firmly affixed
around the stems of wilted roses.
I tried so hard to be understood,
my garbled thoughts rolling like marbles
around my filtered tongue.

Your honey and lemons lift my spirits,
shock my jaw with pungent and sweet.

We are okay just for now,
and that’s all it needs to be.
We bask in the hammock
with two cats and a blanket.
This night is the keeper
of all tomorrow’s promises.

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