Self explanatory
Bluebird Day Fantasy
This is how it will be:
We will go skiing together,
Drive up to the mountain in my
Battered old Corolla
It’s a mess inside
But you won’t mind
Because you understand that
An object well used gets a bit
Worn around the edges;
And it gets thirty-eight miles per gallon;
And it’s a standard shift,
And boys think it’s cool
When girls drive standard.
It will be a bluebird day
Bright white snow and
Bright white birch bark
Contrasting with the impossibly blue sky;
A blue that only comes
With the crisp and cold of winter
When humidity can’t hold on to the air.
We’ll talk on the ski lifts
About this and that and our kids and such
And find comfort,
Understanding what it’s like
To be single at our age
And deal with ex-spouses
Who hold hostage our belongings
(And sometimes our kids.)
Maybe afterwards we’ll go
To the little pub in town,
The one with the craft beers.
You’ll appreciate my affinity for beer
Because the cliche is that women
Drink wine, not porter.
We will stand at the bar…
Perhaps too close together…
And lean into one another
Feeling the warmth and solidity
Of another’s body;
And I will look into
Your blue eyes looking
Into my blue eyes
And we will know
What comes next.
Who am I kidding?
Poetry by Nancy Sikora
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Written on 2015-12-24 at 13:31
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