dean langmuir

A poemy short story

I live with my lover

in luscious conditions

and a mongoose called Many

for good reasons

A palm tree

shades the couch

on our porch

Our delight is the rhyme

of the sea

As for me

I come from a country of four distinct seasons

each bringing new flavour to life

As for him

he has not yet seen

nor felt snow beneath his feet

or the retreat of summer into fall

nor blossomings

that happen once a year

that remind to be grateful that near

is the essence of change

We will live both lives

We will arrange this to be true