"We touch and drift, holding each other while this balmy night lauds itself and us"
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Dao
SILVER ANNIVERSARY
Buffeted
by wind, we wake
locked
like newlyweds,
a
little drunk and still wet
with
each other. As you turn,
your
face lit by moonlight
in
a room gone luminous gray,
the
quilt jingles, strewn
with
silver dollars, the gift
of
friends who only hours ago
took
us by surprise. We touch
and
drift, holding each other
while
this balmy night lauds
itself
and us, it seems, with a
rousing
wind and such light,
enough
to bring us round again.
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