A Poem for our friend who's getting married in 5 hours...

Mysterious Pops
*For Dave

He asks if we know this symptom
and what it might mean: at the end
of each exhale, he hears a pop,
like the joint of his fingers when he
cracks the knuckle. And it's just enough,
this sound, he says, to keep him occupied
in the hours before his wedding night,
how time goes by so slowly, and
he can hear the sound of his ribs as he breathes.