Flying high over clouds of culture and 
phantom need to separate strangers 
beyond a degree of common sense 
a plane glides towards Amsterdam 
from New York thru Dublin 
at last closing a wide-open gap 
stitched together by nightly video calls on WhatsApp.  
 
She wonders what pieces of a perfect romance 
withstood this planetary scar 
well enough to meet skin to skin. 
 
Passport control doesn’t seem to bother 
that the whole tourist industry 
is being terrorized with tales of 
temperature checks and 
self-imposed quarantine. 
 
He makes his way to passenger pickup.
Comically unable to locate each other
at last the long-awaited hugs and kisses. 
 
They arrive at his home. 
Beautiful flowers set the tone of love reunited. 
Lunch of soup and bread is followed by
a walk through this land of ancient adventurers. 
They are right at home in no time. 
 
7 months yearned for
Date #7 begins its flourish.
Together. Hearts at home.

  


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