Workmen lift high
The beams of the roof,
Hymenæus!
Like Ares from sky
Comes the groom to the bride,
Hymenæus!
Than men who must die
Stands he taller in pride,
Hymenæus!
by Mark DotyBecause the road to our house
is a back road, meadowlands punctuated by gravel quarry and lumberyard,
there are unexpected travelers
some nights on our way home from work.
Once, on the lawn of the ...