How many times have my wife and I
made our bed?
Pulled and smoothed
the cover sheet,
fleece blanket
and quilted spread,
placed the five pillows
just so…
A mutually agreed-upon-co-ordinated
ritual,
fulfilling our need for both the
straightening up the mornings tangled mess
after the previous nights frolic
and
the happy, hopeful hinting
toward
tearing up the place
all over again,
tonight!
Poems by Ken 