Lolo Gets Married

Sandra and Rowan Meadow Lolo
Sandra and Rowan Meadow Lolo


This poet wore her sleeves long
Talked about love the way most talk about God
Her heart, she said, was iambic seeking pentameter
Beating in a line filled with lacunae and noise
Sung her song anyway, damn sweet bird on a wire
Now I hear her voice
And I gladly roll down these leaves
My heart beating symphonic for this echoing cry
Her voice sings certainties
About what is right and just
That some things are true all along
Especially those that alight from sources deep
Inside a poet’s endless search for music in the arms of a beloved

(congratulations you two)