PRECIOUS ORDINARY
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I'm remembering that warm evening
we sat together on the swing
nestled in familiar years of union

we looked out over sloping lawn
too neat these days
with no more babies to play it into comfort

you had loved me into languidness
and I was thankful that the lifting up of wine to mouth
required no effort

I recall that evening often
and I savor it for all its ordinary
because it was the last we were allowed