today after talking to you
as you drove from garden to garden
i will create something for the mail
something called a poem
that will arrive at the quilt shop
i just did 20 pushups
and lost the last line
that you didn't see
that wasn't written
it had nothing to do with hot dogs
on the grill which will be a delight
with spicy mustard
frankfurters the gourmet taboo
of summer sandwiches devoured
by children of multiple ages and
psychology theorist of different times
i will leave the juice of your thighs
for another sultry surrender . . .
on the radio two poets my senior
discuss a poem about making love
bly and hall bantering
telling a story
that seems to have nothing
to do with this story
but creates
the tug and taunt
like two lover's barbs
sweet nothings catching
the yellow perch called temptation
that swims through this
playing the part of
the ever endearing
protagonist