Love Shack

Photo: Louise Owen

What would you do, if you knew,

that a great love had bloomed

twixt a shovel and a broom

in that backyard shed

you’ve oh-so neglected?

Would you mind at all

that the spade was one color

and the sweeper another?

Would you weep in shame

because two tools not the same

had found lovel

in your hovel?

No, I think not.

You would pull up a stool

and ask for interviews.

How did you meet?

Who was first to greet?

After all, it’s not every day

that objects one thought inanimate

turn out to be quite passionate.

We have you to thank,

the shovel would say,

that morning in May

when you swept up some hay,

and in so doing,

were our undoing.

The broom would blush,

and ask timidly:

could you see your way