Our guest...

A solitary waxing moon

winks

sinks

dips

drops

floats

falls

sits

sets

seemingly sways

and romantically weighs

against this magic hour

lays in  
a classic crescent

low on the darkening horizon

on this early August evening.

Our silent dinner guest

we occasionally

glance at her

sometimes speak to her

but our guest,

polite

moving ever out of sight,

as always

remains quiet.

She eats nothing –

says nothing –

does nothing

to alter

her ever

observing,

unswerving

and always unperturbing

nature.

The perfect partner –

never

a cross word

nor argument

nor disagreement

much less

a sideways look that says

I am frustrated

or angry

or upset

or pissed off

or you missed

my point completely.

Ever discrete,

projecting a serene understanding

the patience

and always the open ear

of a dear friend

available to listen –

with no interruption

for as long as necessary

then disappears

without comment.

Doug Claybourne – for L.D.

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