Dewey and Agnes

Dewey and Agnes, reach Opus Magnus, through grass, before the sun alights, his smile warm, and her spirit hotter. All of it before them, year after year, minute after minute, her dancing naked under moon light, while the wind blew, the fires came, and in his heart Judea sang. Dewey and Agnes upon Purim, young and new, silver and old.  Blushing children like in an Andy Hardy  movie, scripting perfect stories while the rains came, the snows plunged, and he made his way homeward to her inward heat. Dewey and Agnes in the ward, in the cafeteria, watching a child die, touching elbows, the great thumb wars, playing music, upon each other like wild children often do.

Dewey and Agnes bathing….

Dewey and Agnes touching fingers at the Synagogue….

Dewey and Agnes staring at the same white square upon the chess board!

Thistles and groves, all that life throws, who can believe in two when one fights each foe!

Dewey and Agnes, while the clock ticks, counting each breath and knowing each moment rich. Every dollar, every comfort, bought between them, while the world turns, great religion’s turn to dust, while they make love, under candles, tasting Shabbat while deity shyly watches, and then turns in blessing to build their home. Dewey and Agnes buying a Pontiac, driving a Ford, listening to Van Halen rock the cradle down, their hearts feeling the same as when Pat Boone crooned their hearts away. Dewey and Agnes in Egypt, living Passover, avoiding the angel, almost missing the dark seraph.

Dewey and Agnes bathing….

Dewey and Agnes touching fingers at the Synagogue….

Dewey and Agnes staring at the same white square upon the chess board!

Thistles and groves, all that life throws, who can believe in two when one fights each foe!

Dewey touching the grass, Agnes touching the air, both moving, score by score, year after year, queen to d4…. Check please under heaven not checkmate. The stone so grey, still warm from her touch, Agnes turns, as a woman who knows a king, and walks silently alone into the day. – 12.01.2014 – דָּנִיֵּאל

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6 thoughts on “Dewey and Agnes

  1. Thank you Jenny, I tried not to sensationalize the story too much. The characters and names in this case are real, written of course with Agnes’s blessing. I do really appreciate your reading and comments. Happy we met on WP! 🙂

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