One Moment

The last thing that I ever did

The last thing that made sense.

Was standing there on our beach

    Watching the storm clouds gather.

Watching,

    Waiting.

          Then, as the storm broke,

You turned to me and looked

           into my eyes.

It was then that I kissed you

           On our beach

     with the waves nipping at our toes.

I kissed you.

           And for that moment,

Everything made sense.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this about a painting I did four years ago and for my friend, Anthony.  6/28/01

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