Iced Tea Conception
They were drinking iced tea
at a sidewalk table
where a black lab sprawled
She had young long legs,
he, sweet green eyes and a goatee,
they enchanted each other
with a gaze of familiarity
as her ring glinted
and colored a rainbow on the sidewalk.
I want to have a baby
suddenly seriously wiping
the table with her napkin
where a piece of ice
was slowly melting.
and the word came out slowly,
in it were all the times they’d talked,
all the nights she’d cried
and he had sighed
then loved as though it didn’t matter
when it was squirming warm and sweet smelling
behind her abandon
and staked his heart
with a sizzling fear to the pillow.
She turned her head away
and watched the distance
where her hurt lay visible and aching
and he looked there and saw it too
and reached out and squeezed her hand.
The tree beside the table
hung low branches
and flowers bloomed around its trunk
where a butterfly in lithe grace unfurled
and painted to gorgeous an ordinary leaf
as they left hand in hand
pulling the sniffing dog
from the sweet smelling dirt.
[This message has been edited by Martie (edited 05-22-2000).]