Time for Cranberry Wine

Neil Diamond is singing out 

beneath my feet

and I know they're at it again.

Drinking cranberry wine

laughing in time.

I envy their comfortability 

that only many years affords. 

At their tiny patio table

he taps his feet and thumps
his fingers while she's 

buried in the laptop computer.

One day I heard her tell him

the name of herbs she's growing

like after all these years 

he's never thought to ask.

Their bare feet and easy dress

shout hippie like nothing else.

I envy their every day

strung together like outdoor

lights you could mistake for stars.

I smile and crinkle my eyes

when they touch me this way

and I wonder if I'll ever be as lucky.