A Singular Repast Poem by Donal Mahoney

A Singular Repast



We are to each other now
many decades later
what we were the day

we got married, a couple
at the kitchen table on
a summer night—she

a slice of watermelon,
corners touching the ceiling,
covering my face in juice

and I the corn she butters
before she devours it.
We eat as fast as we can.

Monday, May 4, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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