he watches old flicks on TV
she flicks ants off the picnic table
he thinks he’s one of the swells
she hates it when she swells with water weight
he’s good with bug spray
his realm is the garden
triggering the plants to grow
she’s good with olive oil spray
her realm of girdles and griddles
keeping the grittiness away
he relishes her hot dogs
with her homemade relishes
he pulls up his pants
saying no to crack
she can crack a joke
about being his ball and chain
their life is a refrain
that they claim everyday
in the singing
they both understand gravity
in their own way
she in her fertility and hertility
he in his humility and himility
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This poem was written in response to Wordle 65 at The Sunday Whirl.
I am currently on vacation and using free wifi at our hotel. I’m currently in Cockeysville, just north of Baltimore, Maryland.
I don’t know if I’ll make it online next Sunday, but thanks for stopping by. If you leave me a comment, I’ll return the favor. I’m still getting caught up visiting blogs from last week’s wordle poem. So, thank you for being patient.