It's my anniversary... ours, I should say.
First sexual experience. 1972. In the Bronx.
No tom-foolery. Strictly legitimate. Deeply
in love. Hardy-har-har, JB. And you know it.
Several excursions into gardens. Or...
le jardin botanique de NY as it were, then,
"Marché." I'd say. Certainly not
"Mars!"
Thought we'd placid relationship - 'til interlopers.
Hardly feel a thing about all this.
Too many grass is greener oportunities.
Always the pick of the litter. Pretty good.
And some came along just for the ride.
Photo courtesy nypass.com
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