Dead Letter Office: Bruhs Mero and Gean Harwood

Author | David M. Harris

Dear Uncles Bruhs and Gean:

You lasted more than sixty years together,
and now you’re icons, lead roles in a musical.
You’d have liked that, Gean making the melodies,
Bruhs designing dances. You could even
get married now. For Shelley and me, though,
you were just Uncles Bruhs and Gean,
our parents’ oldest friends. Good examples
for suburban kids, doing what our parents
didn’t, sitting and smiling at
each other. A couple like any other, 
but nicer. Rob and Laura Petrie,
in Greenwich Village on a very
extended run. Still showing us
it doesn’t matter who you love,
as long as you keep loving.

About the Author | David M. Harris until 2003 had never lived more than fifty miles from New York City. Since then he has moved to Tennessee, married, acquired a daughter and a classic MG, and gotten serious about poetry. All these projects seem to be working out pretty well. His work has appeared in Pirene’s Fountain (and in First Water, the Best of Pirene’s Fountain anthology), Gargoyle, The Labletter, The Pedestal, and other places. His first collection of poetry, The Review Mirror, was published by Unsolicited Press in 2013.

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