After I met you
I couldn’t really understand
Provisional arrangements
Like people make
During their twenties
(Like I used to make)
“To make the most of youth”

When now with you
We gather age
To keep instead.

It’s Comedy
I see us building
Morn by morning—
Something wry
That clarifies;

And Marriage, Homer—
His second one—
No violins;
A bouncing, bold
Venturing out,
Circuitously
Always home.

(With viols yet!—
Between the seas.)