Parabola Tango

by Bill Yarrow


           Once in a fit of pique
            she poured vinegar
             on the anniversary roses
              which withered in his seeing. In
                retribution, he became incontinent.
                 That made her, she who misunder-
                 stood love, love him more, and him,
                he who misunderstood marriage,
               respect her less. Is there a recipe for
              lasting happiness? Look, perhaps, to
            applesauce. The apples of attraction.
          The sugar of indulgence. The water of
         conduction. Everything improves over
       time. Everything. Everything in the world.
     Except the orphaned garden.
   Except the consolidated body.
 Except last week's fruit.