The Poet In Love
writes letters about
"If you take these clumsy 26,
sail them across the empty page to dance,
each word, each stress and counter-
stroke would bear your name"
-- then slides it under a door
and quickly runs away.
sings in showers, in the streets,
brings back tunes from the Great American Songbook:
Thou Swell, All the Things
You Are, Ain't No Mountain High Enough
Since I Fell for You.
Whispers This Old Heart of Mine
or I'm a Fool to Love You
to fear-filled passing strangers,
In Posse: Potentially, might be ...