Lost and found is my eureka! blog, my rediscovery of my short fiction and poetry submissions published in literary magazines and university literary journals some decades ago. Interspersed, occasionally, with more recent, hitherto unpublished pieces.
You drew your naked torso beside mine, threw one leg over me, nudged and kissed me this morning in bed, then we arose, late. You carefully re-attached my gold loop earring when it fell off in the shower. You smoothed skin cream over my back where I cannot reach. You surreptitiously gave bacon treats under the table to our little dogs at breakfast, ignoring my reproaches.
You took out the compost pail after breakfast, then collected the dogs' morning deposits to flush down the toilet. You took my favourite electric broom down to your workshop and built it a new handle, after the original fell apart. You told me that was a pee-wee, singing in the woods, on our daily walk there.
You stood out on the porch for quite a while, speaking with the hopeful candidate for City council, and modestly acknowledged his compliments in recognition of the faultlessly-installed cobbled floral-bordered piazza and walkways leading to our front door, which you worked on using a stonemason's basic tools of chisel and mallet, then you said thanks for coming around, he had your vote.
You went back down to your workshop to continue on your latest stained-glass window. You took our little dogs out for some fresh air and pee-time after the thunderstorms stopped rolling through. You told me you'd rather I did not inform people that we are almost 74 years old.
You took the tiny snail I discovered in the strainer when I was rinsing the basil and oregano leaves back to the garden where it belonged. You chopped up all the fresh vegetables to place on the yeast dough I rolled out on the pizza pan. You selected a film video for us to view in the evening.
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