The Morning Drive On Poem by Dean Meredith

I'll show you
She thought

Question my wantings
Two can play at that

Not like our younger days
Everything for fun

Now there are manners attached
And long wide silk handkerchiefs

I love you
For all you are & are not

Your pre-existing conditions
Your easy way to understanding

All those crowds
At my mosque

Wedding party singers
Not mine of course

She remains gentle
Through the frustrations

Each a curse
On her alabaster skin

Some of her herald was a causeway
Was it not?