Through the Window

Today in my 16th wedding anniversary. I am married to an amazing, wonderful woman. Indeed, she has slain me. The poem presented here was written sometime ago and may have been shared on this blog once before; nevertheless, I thought I’d share it today.

Fly on the Wall

When I said
I love you,

the fly,

the white

like a wart,

by the tea-cup
you dropped

on the kitchen
tile, zipped,

buzzed, circled
over the stove,

swooped behind
the blender,

fled through
the open window,

and shared,
I’m told,

the incident
with the swift

that frequents
the branch

beside the backyard
feeder. By now,

even the garter,
coiled like a ribbon

under the noon sun
wants to know

if you love
me too.


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Through the Window.”

4 thoughts on “Through the Window

  1. Sigh… Now how could she NOT fall in love with someone who could write of such a moment in her life? I hope you’re still writing her poetry! It was gorgeous. And Happy 16th! May your next year be marvelously magical!


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