when my bawdy poet recites
I meet his silliness with groans
comment with a prolonged moan
to disguise my delight

I live in a triangle made
by the merging of two rivers
each day I watch to think wider
thoughts while the water sweeps away

blizzard sun blizzard sun hail rains
on the green grass but spring has sprung
lawn mowers and dandelions among
our snowman’s remains