A Generous Quantity of Quality Time
Friday night:
A Randy Mayfield concert, at Chesterfield Presbyterian;
Late dinner at Bristol Seafood Grill;
Sleep in your king-size bed's safekeeping.
Saturday morning:
Pilates and yoga, at Club Fitness.
Saturday afternoon:
Lunch at Pumpernickles Delicatessen;
The Adjustment Bureau, at the AMC Creve Coeur 12.
Saturday night:
Dinner, in Clayton, at Café Napoli;
Overnight at my Art Nouveau–decorated apartment.
Sunday morning:
Embracing in naked serenity;
Your inconsiderate cell phone's petulant alarm;
Rousing, showering together, dressing;
Attending Central Presbyterian, across the street,
Being renewed by Pastor Dan Doriani's sermon.
Sunday afternoon:
Brunch at Duff's, in the Central West End;
Exploring Clayton Road to its terminus,
Then north, on Route 109,
And Wild Horse Creek Road, west,
In our new silver Corvette;
A visit with my nonagenarian mother, at her home;
B'nai Amoona Cemetery,
To place her flowers on my father's grave.
Sunday night:
Dinner in Frontenac — Cardwell's at the Plaza;
Evening in your den, watching Shakespeare in Love;
Surrendering to dream-laced sleep.
Monday morning:
Parting,
I for breakfast at the Frontenac Hilton, to write,
Then on to work;
You to your appointments, chores, commitments.
Monday afternoon:
Missing each other.
Monday night:
I compose this poem, at Brio Tuscan Grille;
You eat at home;
Both of us anticipating Wednesday evening,
Eagerly...eagerly.
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