TUESDAY POEM: "And Still There Is" by Andrew M. Bell

AND STILL THERE IS

When other couples are growing

as pale and familiar as sun-bleached wallpaper

we are growing together.

Our emotions are an expanding business

that exercises new stock options on happiness.

A wire, tubular and fat with lovesongs,

is strung between our hearts

with the excitement of the first telephone

on which we coo our communications,

well aware that we disgust those of a cynical nature.

We fight and pick faults,

but every night we clean the saddle of burrs

and ride out fresh for daybreak horizons,

anxious to be reunited by evening.

We have nothing to hide from each other

and we never speak without listening.

We build a bridge from our dreams

that takes us into the future,

shaping each unique day with the hands of hope.

And still there is

room for romance to be romantic.

Copyright Andrew M. Bell

The poet would like to acknowledge Valley Micropress in whose publication this poem first appeared.


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