Today is the anniversary of the day I married Roger in the State Capital.  Here is my favorite anniversary poem.  I wrote it in 2007 after reading Moy Sand and Gravel by Paul Muldoon.

May 21

The aural morning,

so far from the not-harmony

of Delhi, unfolded

like a fleur-de-lis

of sweet sun scents,

while someone Namasted

before the light-play of a Monet

that could never match

the memory-perfect day

and the shared cafe au lait

of our lives.

Here’s another Muldoon inspired poem:


The roofers stitched a seam of rubb’ry goo

on the slant and placed a dibble of melly to seal

the wings like a fly in amber and I thought

of Joe when he cried, dribbly, and the Mexicans

were all “Yo!” and “Que?” but Joe will always be

there, a jam-slur memory.


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