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06/22/12
Two Lakes and a Blind Date
For the nearly three years we've been cherishing each other, I and you, sweet soul mate Linda, And remarking, since our initial date, things we share — Delights, idiosyncrasies, tastes, habits, sensibilities — From kissing to embracing nude, inextricably, From hating baseball, opera, self-righteousness, bigotry To using way too many napkins at tuna-salad lunches, From wearing gray-and-white New Balance 993 jogging shoes To craving movies, circuses, Broadway musicals, From word-passion (yours for Scrabble, mine for poetry) To the most coincidental similarities of all: Seeing the same therapist, for three decades, Who set us up, on a blind date (a first for both of us), And spending childhood and adolescent summers by lakes, You at Tennanah Lake, in the Catskills, I here, at Lake Nebagamon, in northern Wisconsin, Until our souls would evermore yearn for mornings, evenings, Like these, which we've been enjoying, by this shore, Both of us mandating that time take a ten-day hiatus, While we sunbathe, read, catnap, bird-watch, canoe, Barbeque, power-walk, sleep in, open windows to pristine air, Tell one another how beautiful, how handsome, we are, Reaffirm, with our continual touching, How intimately blessed we are, to be uniquely similar.
06/22/12
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