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In Those Days
In those days just after Christmas
When coffee shop chatter hovers
Around credit card bills, family
Feuds re-visited, too much to eat,
Too much to drink, somebody’s
Wife frisky with a sister-in-law’s
Cousin in the hay at the back of
The barn, too much brandy or
Was it the rum and eggnog, the
Lovers first time under the tree
With the fireplace and soft music
Being the only witnesses, other
Stories whether real or not, even
The teller can’t quite remember,
In those days after the rush and
The crush of cramming so much
Into so little time, I think about
You my mystic friend with your
Seemingly one thousand and one
Fingers still tingling my spine,
Still eerily exciting, wondering
Does it end when you find
Your lover.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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