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
tonight
I had no dreams so
I read poetry
my husband slept
beside me dreaming
of me, his poem
Such devotion in the husband. Lucky fellow, too, to have "his poem" and to have his poem personified. :)
ReplyDeleteAnd the 'salvation' part ties well with the 'plague' at the outset. Crisis averted. :) Cheers.