Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

Yesterday

Yesterday,
before the kids left for Jacksonville,
we went, for lunch, to Dolphin Bar,
the place the two met fifteen years ago,
each with a different partner then.
Now married, they look at
our I-Phone photos and into
each other’s eyes that twinkle
with laughter.

House salad
cradles us like holly,
green leaves and red berries
under which lovers kiss,
and scallops float in drawn butter,
drawn from light pools,
and a favorite for sweetness
Crème Brulee.

After generations created
a morbid myth of destiny
of in-laws, of nasty children, and
ashes of family scattered about
in terror and vertigo,
what we have is sunrise,
a mirror of miracles,
the cooing of doves,
and maybe I should stick
with emoticons for expression,
but this is the world
I want to live in.