Sunday, December 10, 2017

cachinnate

raise a glass to the nights that last forever
the first dates that start at five and end at four
wherein you and they speak as if 
no one had ever spoken before
wherein the silence flees as you cachinnate 
like the kookaburras of song
wherein your face hurts from smiling
and eleven hours doesn't seem so very long
raise your glass to those nights;
the ones to come & ones that went before 
and hope that of first dates, at least,
there aren't very many more

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