“You are the dove-soft train whistle in the night,”
That echoes and slow erodes sand castles in the night.
You listened carefree, every pun and double entendres
And my humorous telling made you chortle in the night
On the living room sofa, reminiscing the years gone by,
In the kitchen, tea boiling in the kettle into the night.
Dancing in dance halls, gnoshing at happy hours,
feeling alive in the city’s hustle and bustle of the night.
The giggles start small, then they come fast and furious,
Then nonstop: effects of empty wine bottle in the night.
Notes: Day 27 of NaPoWriMo 2016. Off-prompt today. Using a line from Billy Collins’ Canada for this ghazal.