Wherever I go,
there I am
but if I'm not there
my wife is,
her eyes smiling.
It's been that way
for fifty years.
Not much more
to say except
whenever I go
some place
and discover
she's not there,
then I'm not
there either
even though
neighbors tell her
they saw me there
so I ask them what's
the difference between
flotsam and jetsam.
They have no answer.
Why in their world
worry about me.
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