Trying to think—
of what?—that’s a crummy first line!
Of what indeed!
Of course, the totally rapturous
dove of love wasn’t there for us.
Our need for it scared it away.
We got defensive and prickly,
or else resentful.
But I won't say, “Of course,”
because how could you not hazard
everything for this loving chance?
So that’s what I’m thinking of.
There’s a poor bird
huddled cold on
a wire somewhere,
and I guess it’s me.
of what?—that’s a crummy first line!
Of what indeed!
Of course, the totally rapturous
dove of love wasn’t there for us.
Our need for it scared it away.
We got defensive and prickly,
or else resentful.
But I won't say, “Of course,”
because how could you not hazard
everything for this loving chance?
So that’s what I’m thinking of.
There’s a poor bird
huddled cold on
a wire somewhere,
and I guess it’s me.
