Symmetry

There is symmetry

Built into the stairs

That rarely changes

An eight inch rise

An eleven inch tread

It’s that symmetry

Keeps folks from

Fallin’ down dead 

Would there’d also be

Such fine symmetry

In the marriage bed

One pound of desire

One pound of passion

Instead of raging fire

Followed by drought

Courtship memory

A black widow now

Or so I hear it said

By an arachnologist

Devours her mate

Right after the date

She is a rambler

One story gambler

Without the patience

For fight or flight

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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2 Responses to Symmetry

  1. my condolences to the groom

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