Everything Changes; Nothing Dies

In those day-old years
Of cheap tuna and dented cans,
We could have powered a small city
With the heat we generated
Day and night no matter where,
Even on the restaurant stairs
Where my earring disappeared.

It took you all that time
To teach me to trust you
Even though you never had to
Drop anything so concrete
As a hat and I’d be ready.

Across all these years
Now that Luxury has sat down
And made a lap for us,
I still jump and run
When you come home,
Ready.

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About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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