March 2010

THE POETRY MAN

THE RING

On this day in March

the golden-circle shines

for only the first time

on your anxious hand,

as the diamonds we chose

mirror your glistening eyes

and the certainty two lives

are more than just our own.

Six months of waiting

until the hour when you

sing by moving in white

to me, past the flowers,

toward an oath of years,

and completeness at last.