My last poem of the year finds its inspiration and its focus in and on my beautiful, beautiful wife. Too mushy? Oh well…

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Instead of writing a love poem,
I’ve gently peeled
a petal off a rose
you placed in the vase
on the table

beneath the window
where the day’s sun
spills longest.
It’s round and soft,
as fragile as the tissue paper

I’ve wrapped it in, a heart hidden,
gently stashed
in a small box,
tucked between a shadow
and an old book

on the shelf
near a picture of you.

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