This Must Be Love
As the rig pulls in, she is already gathering the shower bags.
He finishes his log page and the last sip of the coffee she made for him miles ago.
She makes the bed, a habit she just can’t quit.
He asks her if the pay paperwork is done and she says of course it is the packets are ready to drop in, I have them right here.
She tells him not to forget his reading glasses this time.
He asks her to hand him his current book and she passes it to him without a word, not even losing his place.
She bundles up the trash bag so the dog won’t make a glorious mess.
The dog is leashed and taken to the small grassy spot,
And encouraged to make a mess of a different kind.
She puts the dog up, and gets the bags down.
He shoulders his bag, and as they walk toward the truck stop,
They reach for each other’s calloused hand.
Rebecca Burke Allison
2007
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
