The Catching Net


Over a decade we spent,

the two of us, sharing a scant

400 square feet. Constantly

bumping into each other

or the sorry furniture—
most of it scavanged

from the alley when neighbors

moved out. At least it was cheap

to heat our shoebox studio
during those bitter winters

of never enough anything.
It’s a wonder we didn’t

fight more than we did, just

as much as any couple does
and maybe even less.
I think how the strings of fate

tied a net to catch us together,

when we were both ready to love.
That’s why we’ve survived,

I think. Despite a usual

lack of luck, for once

the timing was right

and the landing was soft.
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