Silly Love Songs

[brynmawr1]

What Rhymes with You?

It begins with the usual February glaze.
 
But today the Sun finally staggers in at dawn
like a tomcat pretending he hasn’t been gone
 
for days; all bright smiles and promises of warmth
even the frost can’t resist.
 
I catch that rascal peering through the venetian blinds
casting
his shadow puppets across our bed.
 
She’s next to me
having a rhetorical argument
with her laptop, an endless work thing.
 
The dog between us buried
in the folds of the down
comforter stretches
snoring; languid
 
I’m reading Charles Wright, 1980-1990.
While he's busy wrestling with the dead I get caught
staring-
 
my own rhetorical argument about the useless nature
of the heart
                  of a poet. 
 
With the snap of her laptop
                                        my wife’s smile
 
is in my face pushing my book down.
                                                      She whispers, “You keep telling
me poems are all about showing.”
                                                  A glint of Sun in her eyes.