My heart is a house
where you live in a room
close
under the eaves.
I feel you at night
fingering secrets
in rooms down the hall. Strange --
I don't stop you.
Soon you will touch
from attic to cellar,
knowing baubles I have forgotten
in my own house
you are at home.
I wrote this for Clark for our wedding, 37 years ago today.
2 comments:
I love this, Kathleen. Happy anniversary. Scott and I celebrated our seventh last weekend, too!
Thank you, Eve. Best wishes to you and Scott.
Couple days ago I was going to post comment on your work site re: Thanksgiving & Joe. (I can just hear him, is what I was going to say.) I didn't have time then to sign in, & do all that stuff. I'm glad Joe is in fighting shape. Good column!
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