Open Love

we celebrate

low key

no glitter unless

you count reflections

in a rain puddle 

yet the sun shines

even when running

through raindrops

    we celebrate 

with a falafel pita—

a smear of hummus,

vegetables and tahini

         wrapped in tin foil

 settled into a basket

              we drive to a bookstore

 wander the shelves

      finding

 books we didn’t know

         we wanted to read

until thumbing through 

and hearing the cadence

   of a writer

         it rains when we leave 

   washing away yellow pollen

        we take a slow way

home to our local ice cream stand—

         over a two flavor frozen yogurt

     we reflect on the years