- Gary Hunter
Write my Wife a Love Poem? July 6, 2022
shirt soaked
grime under his fingernails
slumped in the truck’s
front seat my gardener
leans out the window
smiles and asks over
the idling engine
and I think to myself
how difficult it must be
to tell her himself
drained at the end of
another 10-job day
so I reply OK
knowing he’d like for her
a special treat
something she’ll
never expect
something like
a diamond
cut from words
he cannot say