Published in Indiana
Voice Journal, October 2016
The conversation is light.
Food goes down easy.
Love is in the house.
Both mini-schnauzers sense the mood.
They go to you after a brief
yipping-growling-sniffing session,
placing paws on knees, tails wagging.
You are loved. You are welcome.
Your friend becomes my friend. We trade emails,
connect on facebook, narrate short photo shows.
Life is smooth seas and good vibes tonight.
We sip Josh Cellar’s mellow merlot,
nibble Swedish-style Boar’s Head Fontina
and Sartori’s Montamoré—like a new romance,
I am in love with this sweet and fruity
cheese with a playful bite.
“Ancient Aliens” plays in the background, low.
We discover we hold the same ET and karma views.
You announce your son was accepted at IU.
Celebrations abound—you’re moving back home, too!
Nora swoons in the backyard
over my pink and red roses, grape vincas,
muted hydrangea blooms, and variegated foliage
that appears each year.
Back inside, you wash, I dry. Hugs all around.
You fly to your Florida home soon; Nora to Venezuela.
I watch you and my new friend with gratitude, love,
as you exit the backdoor and head out the gate.
Denise C. Buschmann
August 8, 2015
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