confessed that he’d gone connubious.
He laughed at his fate
till he realized too late:
he was married to Mt. Vesuvius!
confessed that he’d gone connubious.
He laughed at his fate
till he realized too late:
he was married to Mt. Vesuvius!
extra loving
and help to get it right.
so sweeps your hand
across the sheet
to meet the beat in me
Something has swamped and stumped
the growth of that child,
and I am sick at the thought of it.
You opened the gate.
I brought the first box.
You unpacked.
I cut the grass.
Together we plucked and weeded.
That was it,
the all of it:
soil and grass,
new pine and new paint.
Did anything ever
smell so fresh?
I have never entered
your inner circle.
But I have walked
a wide loop of wonder,
and worshipped you from afar.
When you hook elbows
and turn,
you’re going in the same direction together,
even if you don’t see
eye to eye.