This seems like just the right poem for saying happy anniversary (our 37th last month) and happy Valentine's Day to Atticus. We've been having Cokes together for over 40 years, so I guess this thing is going to last.
Having a Coke with You
by Frank O'Hara
is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye,
or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in
partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier
partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for
partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people
it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything
as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in
(Read the rest here, at Poets.org.)
The round up is being hosted by Molly Hogan at Nix the Comfort Zone.
(Photo courtesy of Athena at Pexels.)