At the ACME supermarket
a cyclone hit the tuna fish, water, pasta isles,
like Nantucket shoals that will not be spared.
I find a few bouquets of flowers left in a bin,
choose the least beat-up roses,
and bring them home.
On our wedding day, remember
the hurricane blowing down the arbor
while we said our vows?
It is our anniversary tonight.
We celebrate, as we must,