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linda’s birthday, #12
a bit of picnic on a friday night,
with brats, potato salad, and a square
of chocolate torte wrapped in candle light,
a hint of autumn drifting in the air.
i hadn’t brought a present, couldn’t think
of what to get you, what you need or want;
a year had vanished, disappearing ink;
we toasted yet another, nonchalant –
but well we know the days are growing shorter,
and the groaning wheel will one day cease to turn;
the game is entering the final quarter;
the meeting will conclude, and we’ll adjourn.
until then? happy birthday, with a kiss;
i offer my companionship – and this.