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Eclipse
for Billie and Jim on their 70th anniversary
How many years make a love story?
How many years make a life?
How many wilderness adventures
with all their bruises, cut legs
broken bones, mosquito bites
make a marriage work?
Night brings with it a cold moon,
cicadas crying, stars blossoming
in a sullen sky
scattered like so much broken glass;
it brings half-cooked dinners,
a house filled with laughter.
Day brings the sun or clouds
or smoky dew mornings with kids
running late for school,
missed calls and mixed messages;
and what remains the same
through week after week
until the years accumulate
into enough memories
to fill a new world
and the same sun circles
and the same moon eclipses
and pulls at the ocean
and that same love; solid, firm
filled with grace, furnishes
the framework for a universe. © Alex Stolis
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| Alex Stolis |


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