The Grounds Keeper
My Husband lives
adjacent to a grave yard
where plastic flowers
blow into His Yard —
strewn along the edges
of His Drive
for Me to pick up
to arrange
on His Table
Would Eye like
a Younger Man?
Someone from My Children’s Generation
or does age really matter?
Last night I dreampt
of a dark-haired, bright-eyed gentleman
who held My Hand in an open carriage
and kissed the back of it
each time He said something
Eye am My Father’s Daughter
an early riser
non-committer
Eye am My Mother’s Daughter
alone on an island
but not with sheep
It’s windy out
but I am snug
with My giant Mug of Decaf
writing for Dr Blair —
or is that Hunter
this time?
