Open Letter To A Lake Hefner Fisherman

What are you thinking as

you watch her there

at water’s edge

while she twists her ring and

shadow-shares his

feathery beard

his snow white toes

and their shared celtic birds in

perfect circle.

Well, move it along

there’s nothing to see

it’s just me

dating my dead husband.

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