to a recovering wife

poemadventure

half bent

not so epic today

green shirt

old navy green with the little blue whale

you wanted to wear on st paddy's day but were too sick

could barely move

even though your smile held the hints

not for the average wind-lover

but for me--who flies kites off your smiles in the wee hours of the mornin'--

for me there was a promise of a good breezy day

and you who walk like the iliad through my odyssey

cut strings, rip papers,

trample thorns and the scars made by them

leave me happily wounded one more day to be with you.