Mystery of the Moment
The irony of good times is the mystery
of the moment, if only we could discover
the secret of what made them such good
times to remember years after we have
lived them. Is it a longing fulfilled, just
doing what felt right, like drinking a third
beer in my neighbor Tony’s garage while
we watched the newly-canned jars of tomato
sauce sterilizing in the boiling vat on the
propane burner while Tony and his brother
and I talked and reminisced and laughed
and had another cold beer because we
wanted the moment to last forever?
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