Monday Night Poetry

A Marriage

The first retainer

he gave to her

was a golden

wedding ring.

 

The second–late at night

he woke up,

leaned over on an elbow,

and kissed her.

 

The third and the last–

he died with

and gave up loving

and lived with her.

–Robert Creeley

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