Conversing With My Husband
I listen for him in every breath of the wind
Deciphering his moods so I can adjust accordingly
He comes to me in the form of a robin
Blue jay interference; they fight over my love.
I smirk as I see him appear in the form of a fern.
Tall and straight with a soldier’s stance; my soldier.
He delights me like no other. I sit in silence admiring him.
My daughter calls to try to lure me indoors, but I ignore it.
My husband is out here – in the form of an oak,
In the curve of the grasses. I can feel him watching me.
I resolve to stay out here until the stars come out
For that is when he truly gets playful and whispery.
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