I wrote the following on a piece of bark on my wife's birthday twenty-one years ago as part of a collection of poems I gave her then.  Without realizing it, I wrote virtually the same poem twenty-one years later, in August, 2003, which I also offer to her with this collection of no doubt other identical poems.

 

TO CATH

As snow disobeys

The angle of repose

To form unstable 

Cornices,

I would have drifted

Other ways:

It moved me more 

To fall to you.

 

March 7th, 1982

Bedford