ANNIVERSARY POEM
for Jan. 28, 2009, 48 years married
the first meeting
in a room filled with chatter
there is but one sound;
your voice alone reaches my ear
long after we say goodnight
World Haiku Review, Dec. 2004
HAPPY HOUR Apples sauteed in butter with brown sugar and cinnamon. Sunday morning breakfast to be eaten on the deck. After a week of...
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