a memory I lay out before me:
of sunlight slant
and bedroom morning air
accenting the syllables
of manifold beauties pronounced
oh how the delicate turnings
of phrase in a face's form
may suggest, may evince
untellable loveliest things
of the fount of the woman who spoke!
I read her all and studied with care
the execution! the eloquence!
well-said! well-said! I honored her motion
her rhyme
and pleased to so bring in the day
but alas! our days have nights
and our springs their inverdant winters
that we might love the days and springs the more
that by our missing we might gain them
better next we met
thus duty called her forth from our new home
and I sought shortly with intent
with gifts to bid my fluent darling part
but time withheld its favor from my design
and winter's night came harsh and early
to the sound of crashing worlds
and there stood I for a moment
mid-road
slack-jawed and bloodless
with a flower and a banana in my hand
