Sunday, May 09, 2010

What I did today

after the hailstorm
I dreamed of a plague
of mosquitoes

after the plague
I got up, had coffee
went out and bought
a wooden boot jack

I like it best when
my husband takes
off my boots

after the boot jack
I bought silver crosses
for my ears

I like it best
when my husband is
my salvation

I had no dreams so
I read poetry

my husband slept
beside me dreaming
of me, his poem

1 comment:

S.L. Corsua said...

Such devotion in the husband. Lucky fellow, too, to have "his poem" and to have his poem personified. :)

And the 'salvation' part ties well with the 'plague' at the outset. Crisis averted. :) Cheers.



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