A Valentine’s Day sonnet for M.A
Melissa (although we all call her Mel)
Guards the gate down at our Marina Club.
Her ready smile and pungent wit dispel
The gloom we often bear, facing the drudge
Of exercise. Today she wore a top
Featuring that phat Sixers star of yore.
I chided her. She tossed her ebon mop—
“This was my brother’s gift to me before
I turned fifteen. Look, it still fits”—though taut
(The truth be known), across her loveliness.
“I’ve always liked his play and never bought
The tales they told of him and his noxious
Entourage.” Heart’s delight—ultimate fun—
That agile, crafty thug, Al Iverson.
(2/14/11)