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Boca Raton

Boca Raton

and we’re sitting there

just the two of us

with our ice cream

having walked

from shore to shore

for two scoops

and unaware of your stare

I had run out of cream

and was looking down

at the end of my cone

an empty shell

when suddenly

a spoonful appeared

and I looked up

and realized

you’d given me your last bite

and in the smallness of that moment

with so many years of marriage between us

I thought to myself

wow, you still love me

TL

Published inTamiko Lowery