For S., 8 Poems (1-2)

1        STILL WANTING

Both with grown children,

We're suprised by this chance

At love.  You're stunning,

High cheekbones, hazel eyes.

Naughty, a girl I want,

Calls every few hours, meeting

Atlanta, Jackson, Oxford.

You starting to call me Baby.

         --summer 2012--

2.         NEW MEXICO

We chose Taos, to winter.

First morning, sick, S went back

To bed.  I wandered, cafes,

Bookstores, and a mineral shop

Where I spent an hour hunting

A gift to please her.

Examined thunder eggs, geodes,

Then a trilobite, back plates

Overlapping like samurai armor.

Half-smile, "I've always

Wanted a trilobite."  She pats

The bed, eyes a cool fire.