181 Mohonk Tower

Once, when we were crazy,
we made love on Mohonk Tower.
Warm Autumn afternoon,
hikers voices floating up to us,
daring us,
“Come on! Push it!”
“Get up there!”
“You can do it, honey!”

My wife is still that bold.
She would come-
with me-
like that again.

I’m still nuts that way too,
just not quite so immediate.
My first coming’s not guaranteed.
My second coming’s a matter of faith.

The tower stands, a glorious glowing
memory.
I stand, well….
not always, but certainly,
often enough.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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