A Poem Beginning with a Line
by Pablo Neruda and Ending with a Line by John Koethe
I
don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz
But
as if you were a Ferris wheel in Paris.
At
night when the lights flash and the
Surrounding
buildings glow yellow,
There’s
no better view than that from
The
very top of that tumbling snowflake.
I
enjoy watching snow fall
Through
a frosted window in our living room.
Bundled
up in that blanket your mother knit for us
For
Christmas back in two thousand eight.
Chamomile
heating our throats and our hands,
Of
course, wrapped around those turquoise mugs.
I’m
so relieved that we got out of having
Dinner
with your boss last Wednesday.
You
work all day anyway, why waste more time with him
When
we could cook dinner in the backyard,
Like
we did when we first moved in
And
all the intricate years between.
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