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Again, to my sweetheart Donna

when my faraway love and I talk on the phone

sometimes it is a playful random subject-walk

sometimes it is important nuts&bolts of plans

but probably most often it is being-together

touching . . .

“just wanted to hear your voice”

you come over right now”

“i embrace you. i kiss you”

“my heart is full

but my bed is half empty”

these are not sweet nothings

they are sweet little-bitties

saying yet again

what we say every day

..

we pass the time apart

together

we entwine

churning the yearning

into a frothy parfait

I was on the phone with my darling Donna Sue

And I needed to get my Fitbit steps in

And we didn’t want to end the conversation

So I took Donna with me

And as we talked I took pictures

..

I walked past the dive bar I like

And the Sonic and the tire place and Tower Liquors

Going into KFC where I got two-piece takeout

And then heading for home

And only then the ending our conversation

..

She is in Toledo and I am here in Phoenix

But sometimes even so

We are in the same place

“O wad some power the giftie gie us/To see oursels as ithers see us!” Robert Burns, from “To a Louse”

giftie noun/Scottish/gift; faculty” Merriam-Webster’s Online Dictionary

it is a season to trade gifts/to show appreciation/to bring a one that fair uplifts/and brightens an occasion

my lovely donna waits for me/in faraway toledo/which is excruciatingly/like penguins in a speedo

i bought her something just today/a tiny bonsai tree/placed in a vessel made of clay/made recently by me

the man will take my pot and then/with elbow grease, good people/contrive to drill and grind and spend/himself to make a weep-hole

so keep your fingers crossed, good friends/in hopes there is no cracking/and that this venture hap’ly ends/in joy and fun unlacking

and that we follow well the rules/and keep the wee tree healthy

and with the years contentment fuels/a trove that’s truly wealthy.

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Afterword: There is a Donna in Toledo, Ohio, waiting for me, whom I am immensely proud to call my Sweetheart. I will be uprooting myself from Phoenix and going cross-country to live with her, we hope forever, some months from now; but much sooner I am flying to Toledo to be with her for a few days, and we will exchange gifts. The bonsai merchant will have, by this time tomorrow, used a masonry drill and a grinder to put a weep-hole in the bottom of the triangular vessel I made some weeks ago. It is unlikely that I will be able to present the bonsai to Donna before I make the move, but it is already hers.

my sweetheart is cold in toledo ohio

o my how i wish i were there

and singing a tropical song me-o my-o

and running my hands through her hair

but pulling up southwestern roots has proved tricky

and doing it right will take months

with phone calls and flights we slip troubles a mickey

and damn the torpedoes for once

..

december the first flips the calendar’s page and

brings her and me closer to fine

with help from an ember as off-broadway stagehand

and membership not quite divine

in thirty-one days we’ll be in ’26

the year we will always remember

for getting our glow with cohabitant kicks

igniting our flame with an ember