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1952
NYC
petite woman,
Portuguese,
from
Massachusetts,
just discharged
from the Navy
glimmers
in the eye
of Tennessee
hill-country boy
with the unruly
wavy hair
and long jaw:
mesmerized;

December 27,
Manhattan,
married;

eighteen months later,
swollen,
she pushes:
life comes;

decades slip by,
real life
erupts
day after day
and first one,
with three babies
borne,
and then another,
with deceit ripe,
torn
and tossed away;

and another,
thought to be true,
who ended up
simply colored
blue;

and then You,
dressed in the costume
of a kind friend,
and we discovered
that which will never end;

one thing always
leads to another,
and which way you turn
decides your
destination.



April 21, 2010, for the Wifey. All things are connected, and everything happens for a reason.

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