it is a wonder when
I still know how to breathe.
basketball in the backyard,
canoodling under the coffeetree,
I never lived it,
but I want to,
with her.
forever Autumn days
with clean laundry.
reach for five minutes more,
running but not moving,
just like the river
and its creatures.
I am old, too.
looking at the clock
on the microwave,
wishing it just blinked
noons or midnights,
for-ever.