So much to be said for poems
that end
in just three lines
but often I need four
or five
and sometimes more

Today it was the masked
girl in the coffee shop
her clear blue eyes
both kind and questioning
so that I felt my spirits rise

We never fight
my wife and I except
over the most trivial things
what size
of garden hose to buy
what color lampshade
it's as if we found it spooky
our agreeing
on so much else
in fact on almost everything