By Jeri Thompson

He laughs at my jokes,
makes eye contact
then follows my train of thought
to unknown country
happy for the trip.
He is thankful for what I give
like a gift in July
and doesn’t seem to notice stretched skin
or too many banked calories.
He says yes
to what comes his way
grasping, clutching, clawing
up the mountain
still
a conquistador
exploring new territories.

Previously published on Carnival Lit Mag.

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