Date with Emilie

Went out on a rare date with my wife Emilie tonight. I say rare because with young kids 'dates' are often hard to come by. We had so much fun just being together. It's nice when you can be with someone for so many years and still just love being in their presence. In honor of Emilie's birthday (which is today) and our wonderful date I am entering the following old poem:

"Rosebud of Memory. Who’s She?"
1993

I feel I felt I fell
with floating Emilies
to those regions in which
reasons are remarked through pigeons
in fermented Vermont.

I feel I felt I fell
with floating Emilies
into piles of pails of pools
of water that are thrown at her
by the sun in summertime.

I feel I felt I fell
with floating Emilies
with the sweat of the sun
falling and feeling I feel
that in falling I felt.