Weekend Pomes

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SADDLE UP, DARLIN’

Each August twelfth, we mistakenly
celebrate our wedding anniversary.

Somehow, over the years, we got confused:
the twelfth actually commemorates
the date we got our license.
We enlisted Sherman, our auto mechanic,
to help fulfill the remaining legalities.

“Just the basics,” we told him.
“We want a streamlined ceremony.
Here are our vows. No elaboration, please.
No sermon, Sherman!”

Did we really expect restraint;
from a mechanic who pined to be a minister,
from a born-again Christian eager to
convert a pair of perceived pagans?

He was he, we were we;
the day evolved perfectly, sermon and all.

Friends celebrated with us
at our local hangout, the Runway Café.
Together with staff and breakfast patrons,
they offered Asti Spumante toasts to the
upcoming phase of our partnership.

“What I hope to offer you,” Ethan said later,
“is that when our life together ends,
you will look back on everything and say,
“It was a good ride.”


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SUCH A DAY!

Starbucks for a start.

Then scouting movies
and Home Depot bargains.

Terrell Café breakfast specials.

Ham’s Orchard fresh fruit.

Work with one friend
and a Napoli’s lunch.

Panda House dinner
with other friends,
followed by the movie
scouted earlier.

Sandwiched in-between,
a newly-bought camera
and a major job offer.


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HIGH ALERT

Whiskers a-quiver,
the cats (and I)
smell it coming—
magical weekend!