Love in the Time of Cholera

Whom did I meet yesterday?

Whom do I ever meet?
Will you come out and play

with me today?
Will we eat the same sheet-
cake we enjoyed yesterday?

(interesting to think of sheets of cake—
to stroll in sheets of cake with bare feet
when you come out and play

with me). Luckily, I still have a way
to contact you, even in your retirement.
Each day I pray

that our good love won’t fade away:
my wits won’t go astray (a late
development you noticed yesterday).

But there’s more than a ray
of hope in my heart
that we'll dig out our old song sheets—
delicious play!