Wednesday, January 28, 2015


Don’t Double-Boom

“Yes, I’d love to,” I replied,
one warm October morning,
thinking “He’s just my type.”

Autumn gave it up for a winter
wherein we wore penguins on
our chests.  Mine, slightly hairy

and mostly grey.  Yours, smooth
as a wet whistle.  Back home, we
poured colorful gumdrops into a

tiny Spanish bowl.  “Hola, seƱor-
ita!” he’d smile as he’d say.
“Would you like a gumdrop?”

To which I’d reply, “Always!” –
not knowing any Spanish.
“Forever is a mighty long

time,” we’d both think.  How
alarmed we would have been
to know during those faraway

moments that, even then,
such synchronicity already
existed between the two of us.