by Kevin T McEneaney
Valentine’s Day is like when a lonely chair by the road
is picked up by a handyman who repairs it,
then places the chair by a sunny window.
VD is like when someone takes in a stray cat,
brings it to the vet for vaccines,
and the cat finds a good home to hunt mice.
VD is like a running faucet
that sputters for ten minutes
while the water enjoys splashing into sink.
VD is like a pen that signs a card
and the card feels important because
it is placed into an envelope with postage stamp.
VD is like a guitar that has slept in a closet
for two decades, then given to a nephew
when at ten he wished to play guitar.
VD is like a cricket trapped in a web
and the cricket frees himself before the spider
wakes up and finds his intricate web shredded.
VD is like when you and I agree
about folly and have a good laugh
as we watch that orange orb go down!