The Standard Model
I would like to thank all my wives
for falling in love, over time, with
someone else. . . and that someone
else was uniformly themselves.
Their leaving me burned for a while
like a new star in the standard model
of our then known universe. But as my
memory shifts in these later years,
I frame these defections as a wondrous
deep space photo taken by the Hubble
of a nebulae in a far off galaxy – beautiful ,
gaseous and forever unreachable.
I can almost hear the poetic gnashing of teeth.