When you and Mom came to my room here
I was asleep. You appeared in yellow gauzy
oversmocks and plastic gloves, you trying to
Tie a maskm entering the biohazard zone.
Yoiur half-term belly and smile
And both your wits and charm made me laugh.
Only after you had gone did I awaken
And remember your anniversary.
So here’s a poem on top of the message
I left on the answering machine for you.
The art of our girl is sweet
And courageous as her life:
Out here where she likes it.
On the clouds above the mountains
With her man on top of the world.