Thursday, April 8, 2010

April 8

Love’s Big Adventure

When we met, he reminded me of the wet
snow that sticks to skis, weighting them down,
stopping all motion.

After a year, he was more like a sailboat
springing leaks as we tried
to navigate the pond.

The hydrangea shoot should never be cut.
It will take years before it blossoms:
those flowers that can be blue or purple,
depending on the soil. He knew I knew that.

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