Dim light above the kitchen table,
wet wedding rings beneath ceramic coffee cups,
shod horses fidget in the aluminum gooseneck
outside before daylight.
“Are Bud and Monte comin’?”
“Nope, just you and me, Babe,” he grins
showing teeth beneath his moustache.
“Any stars?” she asks. “It’s s’posed to rain,
you know, sometime today.”
“A few holes in the clouds is all,”
as he looks up at the ceiling.
“With a little luck
we ought to make it up the hill
before it gets slick,
get the cattle down
and be home by the fire
before it gets too wet.”
After a pause and long swallow, she asks,
“You know what day it is?”
“Thursday, I think”
“Is that all?” she lets trail on her way to the sink.
“Oh, I’ll be goddamned.
Happy Valentine’s Day!”
drycrikjournal 
Morning John, Looks like you’ve done again what this recommends. Neil
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John posted: ” Dim light above the kitchen table, wet wedding rings beneath ceramic coffee cups, shod horses fidget in the aluminum gooseneck outside before daylight. “Are Bud and Monte comin’?” “Nope, just you and me, Babe,” he grins s”
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Thanks, Neil.
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I like this one very much. Quite a shift from your other work, and, as always, so relateable.
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Thanks, Susanne, looking for a different road.
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This is one of those very nourishing pieces that puts a world into a moment and gives us so much to savor.
Thank heaven you woke up in time.
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