Of a loved one–a poem

…and then there’s that sweet feeling

of a loved one

wearing something we bought them

an act that says, at least for the moment,

“You and me are cool.”


And there’s that smell in a kitchen,

which says,

“This is where you come to eat

in this place in which you live”

and the sound of the traffic-less road

which says your children are safe here,”

and there’s gravel on that road,

and there’s corn out in those fields

up here on this hill,

which always makes people ask

just how we get up here in the winter.


And starting from there,

how can I find anywhere bad?

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