Sunday, July 8, 2012

Simple Quietude

You can feed me
crusty bread,
garlic olives
and tuna salad
and I will be fulfilled,
lounging in the armchair
by the balcony door,
illuminated by the last rays of day
skin sleek, scented with lotion,
flip flop dangling
book in hand
as I glimpse the light
in your eyes.

Sipping tea
you smile,
content in the shadows
of the balcony wall,
puzzling over the crossword
from last week’s newspaper.

in light and shade,
we sit in simple quietude
in the hour before umbra
at Los Gigantos.

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