Monday Love Poem

As you lean and duck a dozen doorways,
As I wash and hang your softened shirts,
While pitiless potholes punch your back,
While my back sends pulses down my legs,
When one wrong calculation sends boxes falling,
When I do too much and gasp a little,
At all those moments, each golden devotion
Flies to the other to create this bridge between us,
Every effort a syllable in a Monday morning love poem.


About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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