*But woe to him that is alone when he falleth…*
* Ecclesiastes 4:10
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Isn’t it premature to be here, so lazily counting up the rainbow days, and nights with starlight, haunting canyon stones, much being said and done, not much thought through, a little nervous, with infinities “adding up” to a life, woe on the side.
Rain ticking on the glass, grandfather clocks
know more about time than they’re going to tell.
Time’s arrow is a little bent. You glow!
So will you marry me this time, or no?
My lawyers are drawing up the papers, yo!
Just kidding: I think we should take it slow.
Before the weather changed our forest home
to this imposing tower of local stone
we thought through doing our lives together, right
this time, no mangled lines, perfected vows,
my cowboy boots being—finally!—the right size.
In two or three weeks I’ll smoke that cigar
you bought me. I’ve abandoned “being sad.”
Tonight let’s drink Drambuie before bed.
For Nina
V.18.2015