Time

My love loved, and so did I,
the silver, net weaved webs
that spiders spider
knitting the forest together
in late September.
My love loved, and so did I,
the itch and scratch of
morning’s morning desire.
My love loved, and so did I,
our pouncing cat ‘Silly’ who
interrupted our coitus continually,
and we loved, my love and I,
the middle of night march
to our bedroom of Paul’s small frightened feet.
My love and I loved the soft quick
steps of the scared Jewish chipmunks
that scurried across the floor
in our secret sealed attic,
and we loved, my love and I,
the air sliced sudden by the
familiar barking bark of our new
neighbor’s new Newfoundland.
We loved, my love and I,
the unannounced, surprised visits
of our retired roving in-laws.

Time’s slow baton twirled
through a dim parade of years
spinning our bright lives
into a Christian picnic ‘taffy pull’.

My love disliked, and so did I, the
mourning act of morning’s old desire.
We hated, my love and I, the nightly vigil
of 14 year old Paul’s pounding feet coming
thoughtlessly down the hallway to our bedroom.
We put him in a Boy’s military academy across the country.
My love hated and so did I the damn noisy chipmunks who chewed
through the wiring and drained our savings of over Eight Hundred Dollars.
My love and I gave them rat poison for Christmas which our dimwitted, deceased
cat mistook for his present also and we grew to hate, my love and I, that neighbors
loud incessant old Newfoundland who mysteriously vanished, thankfully along with
our in-laws and their tiresome opinions and now we love most, my love and I, our long distance from each other. Today is the last day of late September. This morning I stepped outside and was startled when my face ran right into a thick, giant cobweb hanging from the top of the doorframe. A stupid place to build your shelter. Might as well do it on the freeway. Spiders are so ignorant.