The silent pledge is the
Best pledge.
Only those that hear it
Know it,
And those that know it
Live it.
Until Death them do part.
marriage
Grandparents, Reunited.
She had bright
Red papier mâché,
He, a thick oak.
Between funerals,
The years, brittle,
Wan, now mingled
With the best ones –
Dusty joy,
Shared; striding, touching,
Swimming through the wind.
Morning adulterery
She meets him every day at 8,
An hour of illicit company
Over pain aux raisins
This one is pounds heavier
Balder, better at looking her
In the eyes,
They get the chance, before 9
Strikes their lives dumb,
To another day
In the city and another night
Waiting for the time
Between 8 and 9
When he can see her
And she can see him who
Is not hers.
Being Every Day 