the exotic honeymoon

it was an exotic honeymoon,

at least it was

to me.

the first one always is.

we drove

down route 50

to a motel with a view

of the beach, two nights,

with a continental

breakfast in the morning.

on the way

we stopped at Dairy Queen

in Berlin,

then a tomato stand

along the road.

she wanted tomatoes

for her mother

and squash.

green peppers.

a small basket of corn.

she found a phone to call

her,

and asked her

if she was missed,

told her

it won't be long before

we're back home.

we ate that night at Phillip's

Seafood

Emporium.

i had a cheeseburger,

she had fish.

we waited in the long line

for hours,

as we twisted

our new

gold rings.

in six short months they were

off.