Saturday, November 17, 2012

Before Nose (For My Hubby)

where he is.
I was
where he was.
What is now
when now becomes was?
I have an an
that is understood as one or wooden clan.
Nosy rose has thorns,
Rosy prose has dreams,
I follow his nose here or there,
Our scents are afloat everywhere.
He is now,
and we stand as a proud cow,
There is no sense
to decline our record in past tense.