I like the word oval and for breakfast
an egg that's brown and speckled like my hand
that taps gently with spoon on shell. A child
at heart I cut the toast to soldier boys.
My wife believes in exercise and buys
organic food. In winter rain she walks
with yellow Labrador and locks the door
should I forget because I lost her gloves
and now her hands are cold, her sable hair
flecked with snow. Childless we've grown old. |
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