"Yes."

steady wind,
out of the south,
at ten knots --
sunny --
but not too hot;
a perfect day,
a sailor's dream,
if sailors had dreams,
but they do not;
luckily
for the chosen few,
one of whom
happens to be You,
while sailors sail,
poets dream:
You in that white dress,
here on the verdant grass,
smiling, laughing,
saying
"Yes."



August 9, 2009, for the Wifey.

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