Wishbone
In the afterglow of our extended Thanksgiving Day fantasia,
We cling to its weave of three evenings,
Connecting the holiday — a trio of familial celebrations.
Then, when the net that our dreams cast catches us,
We slip into the private silence of our intimacy,
Sensing we're finally beginning to arrive at a closeness
Which beckons our hearts to hold tight,
For the rest of the terrestrial flight through our lives' time,
Feeling that the nexus binding us
Has brought us in full alignment with our destiny
And that now might be the right moment
For us to blend our energies,
Intuiting our union has been hallowed with love's blessings,
Anointed by gods sublime as well as pedestrian,
Shaped, from clay, into a man and woman embracing,
Vowing that, tomorrow, whenever we awaken,
We'll wish the same wish, snap the turkey's magical bone,
Certain both our wishes will come true.
11/26/11 - (1)
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