Pale Lemon, Cerulean Blue

In 30 years

as the golden sun

sets sail on an autumn day

we gaze with clear eyes

side by side

on the lives we’ve built

separately

count on our fingers the odds

we’ve lost from the moment

of our births

the way time hovered

in excitement

chasing phantom embraces

s p a n n i n g across a body of land

sunny palms swayed

to the beat of Hollywood’s drums

falling

to blazing lights of skyscrapers

packed tight with bodies

and the silver disco ball dropped

on New Year’s Eve

New York City

in between

we settled under our quilt

covering our once bouncing knees

fingers entwined

as wispy smiles curve

on our lips

gazing at the ocean

only we share