FIFTY YEARS AFTER MEETING
THE GIRL IN THE YELLOW DRESS.


His romantic encounters
were all liaison light,
trial balloons of youth,
dress rehearsals in the
search for the One.
Despite what naysayers said
about love at first sight,
all systems were go for his star
on a fateful Sunday afternoon
when a suddenness of love
came in at the eye with the
clarity of a ringing Tibetan bell.

He beheld unadorned sublimity
in the girl in the yellow dress,
captivated by her Pocahontas
pigtail, hypnotically swaying,
her charismatic charm and
topsy-turvy joie de vivre.
She was as lively as a shapely
mermaid swimming seductively
in a sun-drenched turquoise sea.

He barely noticed a wedding ring,
it never even dawned on him
that any prior mistake
might interfere with a sacred
bond just meant to be.

Certainty allowed him to focus
like a laser beam, sanctifying
a preordained union, taking five
years to slay the dragons blocking
their soul to soul journey.
The road proved to be paved
in platinum and good cheer,
adorned with loving progeny
as remarkable as the girl
in the yellow dress.