like a movie preview
in the bright lights
of my mind
I see it hear it
stout greetings and bear hugs
at the front door
the tinkle of ice and laughter
as fannies crush the sofa
snakes of steam from stirred pots
plastic wrap and aluminum foil
gliding off the smells of dishes
as they come in for a landing
the gray sky’s hush
and a sigh bring me back
the river of night is forming
stars dance like candlelight
every year it’s the same
in the morning we’ll search
for the linen napkins every tomb
of every forgotten drawer
but we always find them
and the lips they were meant for
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