saying dinner is at six
she's waiting
a camera on one old pick up
named Harry
a covered bridge shot
sunset mixed with light
orange
red
white
anticipation
dust left on gravel
dinner on the table
a pink dress cut up to the hem
slow tango played
by an accordion
as she danced
he danced
beside yellow formica tables
and candlelight
the feel
of skin on skin
as they danced
hands on her hips
hers on his shoulders
then the tango ended
as the leopard
made her feel
caressed
loved
treasured
more
than what she
had felt
after years
monotonous
marriage
a phone rang
he's coming back
her spouse
then the tango ended
the leopard left
only
footprints
a Nikon camera
pictures
and memories
on a walnut box
as what started from a note
could never be
ever shared
but still the pictures
the memories
the bridges
were in her mind
like the
covered bridges
of madison county
like the medallion
etched with her name
that he wore
like the ashes
that were scattered
over the wind
hers
and his...
at last they were
together
with the only
thing
she had
left
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