Sixty-minutes in Newport, ours
a warm breeze from the ocean
Trenches and a pocket of air
the currency of our future.

Late afternoon after the science exhibits
The Wax Works museum feet intertwined
we kissed, and then a long embrace
the strange enchantment of “Moon River,”

The song of our dreams. We danced,
Playing Ginger Rodgers and Fred Astaire
An old movie tape, we were
Reel to reel and lips to lips

And worked in steps around, soon
sand sparkling on my Ford Fairmont,
Us making love in only our minds, holding
our bodies frustrated, me banging

My head on the dash of the car.
Your forbidden belt. Your lips
around mine like glue. We were almost
naked. We held constellations

Others would never have retreated from
the positioning of the big and little
Dipper, the grandiose moon above
the red blood sea. And “Moon River”

Echoed in our minds to the next exhibit
the waxen image of Christ
Poised before a non-hearing crowd.
And Peter seemed close to us, near

The Savior – his frankness apparent
at home among the fishing nets
near that humble sea. He seemed
older even than “Moon River”

Breathing (we felt) -LIFE
dancing nar the Master

Reel TO Reel–

emptily Spinning…

 

          Donald Standeford

 

 

 

5 thoughts on “60 MINUTES IN NEWPORT–OURS

  1. Wow, how beautifully romantic, but realistic as well. Seems you are both living a second Honey Moon with the passing of time and the slow aging process that forms part of life. All the images are lovely starting from the beginning with these verses, so powerful:

    “Trenches and a pocket of air
    the currency of our future.”

    This is the most realistic part to me, so wonderfully worded:

    “Us making love in only our minds, holding
    our bodies frustrated, me banging

    My head on the dash of the car.”

    The ending is also very powerful with the image of breathing LIFE and the action of “emptily spinning”.

    Fact is, the more I read your poems the more I like them. They are very beautiful in words, deep in meaning and with great emotional intensity.

    Your wife is so lucky to have you as a partner. My husband is also a jewel.

    This poem of yours is exactly the opposite to my friend Mario Savioni’s “No Rainy-Day Friend”, which I also love (Mario is like the big brother I will never have):

    https://savioni.wordpress.com/2016/02/29/no-rainy-day-friend/

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