Happy Anniversary

I never intended to marry imagined I’d have books too many records whose length if played one after the other would last longer than the life I’d have left I suppose there would be friends thrill of morning coffee scent moving in & out of rooms occasional late afternoon tea the quiet of green pearls opening in hot water or maybe I’d only be able to afford a single room, still it’d be enough sun in backyard filled with poets all summer long fancy adult drinks with garnishes & beers aplenty once Nerissa sang while Des plucked an upright bass I still have photo of Ken with Ted whose holding a large flip phone 

the interior mostly subterrain (what they refer to in Boston as a garden apartment) but this was Brooklyn & it was simply called lucky lucky that is to live alone the place inhabited by two poets prior: first Amy & then Sommer that place got condemned the garden boxes dispersed ladybugs found new homes—such a delicate wind from their wings