Gutters are blocked this morning
With the love that rained all through the night
A muddy overflow of joy!
A playful chaos!
Birds should be able to fly in unapprehended
To share the morning cheese and walnut
Now that love has spoken.
The neighbors’ smiles blend with sunshine
And the smell of real Persian bread
Baked on round hot pebbles is in the air
Writing poetry should find a wholesome new dimension
Now that love has spoken.
November 15, 2000, St.Louis