Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Valentine's Day

Even though empty
they are on their way.
In from the sun now
a blinding light
on oak kitchen floor.
The sun of our summer garden
fragrant English roses
Missouri flowers of earthy scent.
Empty but on their way
into the house where mud
makes trouble
for rugs of ancient Asia.
Undoubtedly, the feet of us
are happy and close in
our place of agreed choice
freedom and love.
I found you and you saw me.
Surprised, yes.
Prepared, yes.
Here, Valentine's Day.

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