We’ve lived the lives of
Zelda and F. Scott;
lives that could never
be sold, nor bought–
only written about and
certainly stranger than fiction–
like an existing language
with unspoken diction.
You can certainly say,
“We’ve lived spherically.”
Your many directions
brought you straight to me.
Hemingway has been
your synergistic escort,
and Kipling has remained
my accountability cohort.
Oh my lovely darling,
it’s clear. Can’t you see?
All our happenings and misfortunes
make us: We the Poetry.