BROKEN GLASSES - even after about a half dozen years, i still believe my spouse got framed.

The sun dappled patio irresistibly beckoned pillowed pad
   to bedeck the cement Square sized couch cushions
   leapt into my field of view as a posse able a gent Provocateurs
  silently conspiring as if from the azure heavenly vault sent
Thus busying mine hands to create a simple bed to cradle this loner and meant
Temporary escape from the cares and concerns of an uncertain world rent
Asunder by craven, frenzied, intractable, lamentable, offal, rogues hell bent
On up-ending peaceful co-existence across the terrestrial plane where decent
Folks (including this writer) live to enjoy the simple pleasures donned with raiment
Acquired thru thrift-stores or yard sales for an affordable dollar, quarter or cent
Thus couture comprises my wardrobe since personal preference to expand content
Of body, mind, and spirit triage in tandem with drinking warmth of solar rays event
Like manna to this Homo Sapiens, who when basking ponders where time went
And on this picture perfect summer day pastoral symphony of nature lent
Removed bifocals to let photons of el sol this archetype of Clark Kent
Unaware that spouse surreptitiously snuck up perhaps to steal a kiss or other pent
Up animalistic call of the wild, which elements of her style anathema to a convent
Where such nun sense would be abominable, but secular mores fervent
Especially when weather fires imagination as witnessed by this 50+year spent
Mortal male oblivious to presence of wife until she planted he buttocks and bent
My bifocals camouflaged by matted materiel of a fold-up metal chair which accent
Of Gluteus Maximus crushed side of frame wear bye sole pair of spectacles dent
Dislodging right side lens thus to see in sharp focus cheeky fate did prevent!