One restless night in a Psycho motel
shower steam rescrawled a mirror-note:
"Linda: forgive me, I couldn't – Hal."
What did Linda want? Why did Hal cop out?
Hard sacrifice, performed in silence?
Some sort of Liebestodic finish?
The woes of lovers! Cars drive State Street
decked with flowers — the bride's blonde hair
nearly angel-white from the love of the sunlight,
the groom in triumph, smiling, smiling,
onlookers cheering, car horns blaring...
all of creation, St. Francis assures us,
is meant for human joy. Most creatures
will not eat, some even may aid
another of their kind.