Anniversary Song
Mark Jackley
When I didn't answer your question,
your lips against my lips
in the naked moonlight of our bedroom,
I meant to say
I imagined a Mardi Gras band, no less,
marching down our street,
into the woods, over
the pond, snaking its way
onto Staubner's farm,
toward the dreaming hogs,
improbable as love,
because,
because,
because.
When I didn't answer your question,
your lips against my lips
in the naked moonlight of our bedroom,
I meant to say
I imagined a Mardi Gras band, no less,
marching down our street,
into the woods, over
the pond, snaking its way
onto Staubner's farm,
toward the dreaming hogs,
improbable as love,
because,
because,
because.