May 24: Pamplemousse

A grand dame, gems a-glitter at her throat,

Smiled down at my and husband’s hands entwined,

Remarking on how obviously we dote

Upon each other. Oh, how she maligned

Those lovers who ignored each others’ eyes

To stare at glowing screens throughout the meal,

And after eighty-seven years she prized

A life well spent enjoying what is real.

Her words and fragrance lingered in the air,

Approving warmth and Eau de Shalimar,

Leaving us flushed with pleasure, yet aware

Of shared perspective, even from afar.

While...