Monday, February 08, 2010

Memories

Here's the new poem for today.  I wrote this a few days ago, based entirely on a random conversation I had with Lori... and no, I was never married.

MEMORIES

It's been eight long years
since my wife died.

She used to love
how the birds all
flew together in a V.

"Birds of a feather
flock together."
she would say
and wrinkle her nose
as she laughed.

I never understood
how she could hunt quail
if she loved birds so much...

...but boy howdy,
did they taste good
with orange sauce.

She died from food poisoning.
Salmonella.

Some say it was
revenge.