Porch Swing

I try.
I try hard.
I try hard to remember.
I try hard to remember not to forget.

Today is my four thousandth
two hundred and seventy-second
day of loving you.
That is my longest streak until tomorrow.

Serendipity was our matchmaker.
Or God if you prefer.
Or the eclipsing moon you watched
out in your yard when I walked by.

There are beautiful birds in the cholla.
The front porch needs sweeping.

copyright © 2020 Kenneth P. Gurney

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