Saturday, July 29, 2006
Our Eleven Year Anniversary!
This year we are going to see Prairie Home Companion. And we love each other just as much as ever.
Here's a sonnet about my wife.
A gecko walks up walls a sort of Christ
Sideways, crawling, a crooked miracle worm;
Its feet become twenty toes, and toes then turn
To smaller divisions, and hair upon hair divides:
Two million setae become a billion spatulae,
Spreading Van der Waals forces in blooms
Like Broccoli with atomic grip across the room;
Without glue or static, even air, it climbs high.
Given a choice would you be worm or wall?
Reaching out to touch a stable, prose
Partner? Or be yourself my steadfast root?
We resign ourselves belly to belly, foot to foot,
Our points of connection, too many to recall:
Two geckos surprised by memories under our toes.
(Read this for more on the miracle of gecko toes.)
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So, now, where's the Barbie poem? Cough it up! :)
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