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Litany for My Husband
 
            After Billy Collins
 
 You are the cabernet sauvignon
The cassoulet and the candles.
You are the furnace that 
warms me day and night. 

You are the hammock that 
rocks me in the summer heat;
you are the laughter that mocks
me in the morning, 
 
I am the clouds that take on
strange shapes.
I do not think you are rain 
and you are certainly not snow.
There is no way you are the silent
snow.    
 
I am the lilac scented breeze
and the lily of the valley,
with its subtle hidden bloom.
You are the bright burst of a peony.

Of course, you are the wine
and I am the brie;
you are the chocolate mousse 
and I am the creme brulee
and yes, I am the gray Persian cat. 
and you are the Petit Brussels 
Griffon Vendome. 

You are the cowardly lion, the wizard
and the yellow brick road. 
Neither of us is the scarecrow. 
I am Dorothy and you are
my home. 



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Published by Cape Rock Magazine April 2019