Here, lover’s laughter remains a remnant.

She’s  there  in  Vermont.

But like laughter  in the next room.

She’s near enough for sharing joy

Nearly enough to emit the warmths of

Chimes..and vibes..and glockenspiels..

The mix makes songs  of her laughter.

And not just in the next room,

Not just this focused moment,

But most heatedly here, this resounding chamber

Of this house and this heart.

 

 

CAROLINE VALENTINE’S EYES

February 2, 2019

lovers,  when asked about lovers

all I can muster, “Is it likely

I even have  likers?”

.

But I’ve known  you  like  me,

&  I’m too fond of you.

I’m too fond of yr. brilliant squinty eyes;

It’s  faceted blue apatites,

Aquamarine, no, blue topaz,

Wild emeralds,  a hell of a violet spinel,

No, tear sapphires, for real,

No.   Aquamarine.

,

I’m urged to end virtually all this spelunking business

What?  My time’s up? (& dearly departed?)

I just did “eyes”,     I just got started.

 

 

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