Monday morning, February 13,2023 at 8: 06 a.m.
Kim comforts me daily by doing things
for me to show her love; we play tennis
sometimes; take long walks in the museum
park in Raleigh, kick the soccer ball around there,
visit the museum, view Archipenko's ‘Blue Dancer',
Jean-Baptiste Carpeaux's ‘The Spirit Of The Dance',
Rodin's ‘The Cathedral', two elongated right hands
touching together skyward like a cathedral steeple,
and, well, reader, you know the rest if you read me,
read my poems on Poem Hunter and elsewhere—
nothing else need be said, nothing, nada, unless you,
gentle reader render me some well-timed words of
advice as Valentine's Day approaches, is in the offing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem