2002/anniversary

On our anniversary
we sit and read
over coffee –
and chai,
your feet on a
captain’s chair,
mine on a stool.
I ask you to not
become the dumpy
man in the middle
of the store,
wearing suspenders.
You think he is younger
than you,
everyone is,
you say.
You’re holding up
well,
I am grateful for
that,
and that we’re here
thirteen years later.
Reading.
Feet up.

4/30/02