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.

FG  1/29/2015

I can almost hear the poetic gnashing of teeth.