Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Married Love, Year Thirty

                     Published in U.M.M. Binnacle UltraShorts 2012


Fading memory is now our little family’s art,

And gravity unwraps the careful packaging of youth;

So let’s meet in serenity, embracing grief and joy,

In the mercy of moments that dawn perpetually.

When you quit pressing weekdays into weeks,

And I stop scraping flotsam into heaps,

We’ll come together in the unmapped dark

And shine our flashlights at the moon.











2 comments:

  1. That is a lovely poem. Every line is evocative of the profound aspects of love and life.

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  2. that is absolutely lovely! and you are a pro at finding me parts, no pun on the part i swear!

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