Mary loves me
I can tell
in her own way
in the way a seventy-four year old
woman
loves
a fifty year old man—
her love
unusual, uncommon, exceptional
off-center, remarkable, exotic
screwy
yet all these words
somehow
don’t completely re-create
the spark
in her eyes.
Charles Chaim Wax
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-saw-mary-yersterday/
