Last Mojito, The

Enough

Bart Edelman 17 Enough Knocking back Myers and Coke On the porch at Dixie’s Tavern, Perched above the Elizabeth River In Norfolk with Katy, While white stars whisper: Virginia really is for lovers. The drive from New Jersey Is now far behind us And we have, rather reluctantly, At the untimely outset, Entered new territory to decide If any future exists for us Or whether it is prudent To let the past pull us under And just be done with it. But here in the evening breeze Late June lavishes on Tidewater, There is a hint of the summers We left so long ago When we did not know How marriage grinds us down And relieves us of promises We vowed always to keep. In Katy’s eyes tonight I see a familiar glow, Slowly making me think It is still possible— That the light remains lit; Perhaps, only a flint of love Flashes in the itinerant air . . . And, yet, it seems enough. ...