/ amid the rush-hour bustle,
/ I blush.
/ I smile just thinking of you.
For a few days only,
/ the plum tree outside the window
/ shoulders perfection.
/ No matter the plums will be small,
/ eaten only by squirrels…
O, love, love, love!
/ Love is like a dizziness;
/ It winna let a puir body
/ Gang about his biziness!…
The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
/ In a beautiful pea-green boat,
/ They took some honey, and plenty…
Love unfolded then, like crumpled petals
/ opening into sunlight,
/ unfurling at the stroke of spring
/ as we walked the seven miles of estuary,
How they strut about, people in love,
/ how tall they grow, pleased with themselves,
/ their hair, glossy, their skin shining.
/ They don’t remember…
Talking about the chemical changes
/ that make a body in love shine,
/ or even, for months, immune to illness,
/ you pick a…
In the end,
/ it was nothing more
/ than the toy boat of a boy
/ on the local park’s lake,
/ where I walked with you.