Date Night

The concert you
promised
in the park was
cancelled
due to inclement weather but
that didn't stop you. Like a maestro, you signaled
the sky:
clouds like curtains pulled back and
the soft percussion of rain
fell while thunder
played the timpani. The moon
illuminated the night, and lightning sporadically veined and
marbled a blue-black sky like a heavenly granite background
to this show. And we, an audience
of two, on a bench, watched a symphony of
our own making.