Sport 14: Autumn 1995
Honeymoon Poem
Honeymoon Poem
In the
evening she made
a rice dish and while
I ate I told her
about how it is in Valhalla, and
the odds on the
Mets in the night-
cap. Did you dream,
she said. Did you
dream? but I only
smiled and folded
the newspaper
inside out and
watched my toes
begin to
go blue
in the salt air.