Two Angles - S. Carey

I spy two lovers

Underneath a portico

They cling in November cold

They never were this bold and sterling

In the fog-lift

The swaying symmetry

Retreat to the falls

Cascading of everything

All to my toes

The beauty of two angles

And then my life untangled

I swear, I swear, I swear

In the cloud-hang

To a grass-blade

To the earth’s tomb

My love is real