Love, we remember Iowa City



From early spring to mid July, deep blue sky, elms and maples,

shooting leaf and branch across prairie, nook of valley, inter-

twining branches, grey then pale green, my Marjorie and I have a commonness, alive, she teaches me yet again surrender, and this is not the cradle of of our arms as once we felt for silence after making love those long ago, thirty year memories, her return from South Dakota to comfort my longing, and the wonder of her smile, the lips against my face there in our first home in Iowa. We have both come to South Dakota, approaching full retirement for both of us in three to five years. Surrender to less money, less travel, less work, and a gentle giving, different than the love we used to make, she is my best friend.

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