We

The sun sears hot this morning,

comes down hard.

At breakfast, we stop to laugh.

He laughs when I say

we need to do something

when I mean he needs to. I just said

we need to get the ladder to change a light bulb.

We laugh extra as we age,

look at each other a second too long,

see our inner roulette wheels spin,

and know the one left standing

will remember this moment.

The sun sears hot this morning,

comes down hard.

(from Biting the Apple, Penciled In, 2012