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A Letter To My Future Wife


If I were handsome,
and a show off, confident
like a frigate bird
perched on a flowering balcony,
my red sac swelling for you,
could you fall for me?

Imagine if I were humble,
a hard working,
dusky-footed woodrat...

For you I would build a lodge--
with living quarters, a nest
for a nursery,
rooms in the upper floors
for guests.

You're right.
You have too much integrity
to be drawn to me merely
by what's practical

or even by a home shining
with art collections--
gum wrappers, new nails, coins,
silverware, bits of jewelry...

Ah, but know this...
if we were seahorses
I would hold open
only for you
my empty pouch--

waiting, like my heart,
to be filled.

Bob
We did a poem in school--If I were Lord of Tartary.This reminds me of that.

S

Much to like about this Bob, though it lacks the punch of many other of your poems. It's wistful and endearing

That’s true, Ken. Thank you.