The Shack on the Hill


The shack, red and old

alone on the hill.

The sheep grazing below.


That’s where they meet

at sunset.

The colors play on her face

Her hands play on his hair.

When darkness reaches its fullness

Only touches reveal each other’s presence.

When the moon  rises high

they descend the steps.

Their goodbye is a promise

to meet again

on the next full moon.








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Today Cheri and I and a couple friends met with another friend who was with 2 of her friends at Punta Gorda, FL and had lunch together at Porto Bello Restaurant at Latitudes in Burnt Store Marina.

We passed by the Manatee Park in Ft. Myers and watched manatees warmed themselves in the river.

Afterwards we visited Captiva Island, watched a beautiful sunset and had dinner at the Mucky Duck. 

All in the space of 11 hours and the carpets were not completely dry when we returned home.