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Two tired people. A book.
We didn’t have a date night at all last week, and this week’s? It was possibly the most low-key date of all time. I picked up a book of poems at the library, and we read them to each other. No candles, no romantic music, no flowers. Just two worn-out people and a book of poems. I’ve always loved Rockford’s reading voice. We had several English classes together in high school and college, so I used to hear it far more often than I do now. It was a nice change from having the TV on all evening.
Slow Dancing on the Highway:the Trip North
You follow close behind me,
for a thousand miles responsive to my movements.
I signal, you signal back. We will meet at the next exit.You blow kisses, which I return.
You mouth “I love you,” a message for my rearview mirror.We do a slow tango as we change lanes in tandem,
gracefully, as though music were guiding us.
It is tighter than bodies locked in heat,
this caring, this ardent watching.Poem copyright © 2001 by Elizabeth Hobbs, whose most recent book is A Craving for the Goatman, Goose River Press, 2003. Reprinted from Poems from the Lake, Goose River Press, 2001. (This poem wasn’t in the book I checked out. I found it at American Life in Poetry.)