Micropoetry Monday: Opposites

Opposites

The Shutterfly edition

He was a lost art,
she, an exact science.
he discovered her,
even as she created him.
When they bridged
what she knew
with what he made up,
they were unstoppable.

He said clicker,
she said remote control.
He said maters & taters,
she said tomatoes & potatoes.
He said younguns,
she said children,
but despite their cultural differences,
they were able to find that common ground
which became a fertile one,
& their new lexicon became remote,
kiddos,
& matoes & tatoes,
but nanner puddin’ would never be
merely “banana pudding”—
unless you skipped the Nilla Wafers,
& then, “You might be a Yankee if…”

He was the negotiating extrovert,
she, the bargain hunting introvert.
It was a match made in marital retail,
for what he saved on their house & cars,
she spent on shoes & handbags.

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