On misty recalled mornings
'pon a haze of vindication's wake
you can still hear their whispers
echoing through distressed treetops,
they were lovingly planted midst
meadow's wildflower embrace
gazing into the depths of surmise,
planning their rendezvous to forever*
when her husband abruptly surprised them
with a double blunderbuss shotgun blast,
right between their cheating hearts
~ *if you listen intently, their spirits
linger still amid bluff's bluster