Poem for her 659

Dear Readers,

The tree

It arrived in the summer
A few days after the big rain storm
The parking lot was full of snow
You had a white coat on
The elevator was full of people
We rode it and rode it and finally just us
We kissed a long time
The alarm went off
We let the elevator go again
We took the stairs
To the roof
Where the Hotel room we had was at
Things seem to follow
Thanks to the rabbits
The bunny rabbits of the cotton tail
Tales of the bunnies of parker woods
The famous story never told
Whispered to you on the phone
Parker's woods
The Oak next to the walnut next to the pond
There by our cabin doorway
Just the two of us
On that porch bench
Kissing

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.