Dusty Contrails
Dirt road's dusty
contrail hangs in the air
memories drift of
thirty years together
smells of grit of
fighting for us over time
tastes of talc
sticky upon palette
drink of the union
of us
Now our children
leave dust hanging
as release them from
the home
watching as they
leave
anticipating when
they return
blessing their
coming and goings
Each time they
venture further
plying the seas of
life
ambivalence
joy in their
thriving
sorrow in them
letting go
Soon we are back to
just us
new memories to
create
remembering when
love was young
once again igniting
a new flame
where we left off to
raise a family
Time to press into
what's been put aside
rediscover who we
are
giving you the honor
you deserve
tending to our union
after all these
years you are still the one
19-201y
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