- It’s harder than concrete,
& sparser than the desert flowers - Meeting up, everything’s rushed:
time floats like the loon they say;
driving the kids around in the golf cart,
pushing little Ezra to “go higher!” on the swing set,
watching The Lego Movie on your grandma’s bed - Kissing you is sweeter
than salt water taffy;
our tongues crackling electricity in our mouths,
snapping like Pop Rocks - I miss squeezing our bodies
closetogether in a fierce hug;
I miss riffling through your shoulder-length brown hair;
I ache for the sound of your voice
in my sadness,
in my inability to wrench myself from the suction of bedsheets - Now, during Covid-19:
Your laughter over funny YouTube videos
brings a trembling smile to my lips,
I ask how you’re doing
& feel gushing spring water relief when you say, “Okay.” - At night,
I hope I dream up adventures for us:
picnics, snuggling on your sectional couch,
eating burgers & shakes at Freddy’s,
holding hands as we walk down the bike path,
the trees budding pink and green shoots anew
M.B.B.
7/8/16
(edited 3/17/20)
(edited again 5/16/20)