A purple petunia (is it?) lies dried on the inside cover of this latest spiral notebook whose title above it just chances to be: "Something Very Like: Don't Look Now," and I never guessed when I happened upon that title 7 days ago that we'd be...here.
(sonnet #MMMMMMCCCCXVIII)
O! Now I'm scared. For since the minute's stale
Touch, long past, when our eyes first met, to thence
That kiss he pressed upon my hand to fence
Lo, giving me a flowr: Joe's in betrayl
A dream come true, so wonderful, in frail
Excuse I hes'tate to believe him hence,
Afraid to grasp what might dissolve, a sense
Of all I wanted beckning to avail.
I'm slow, but he takes that in stride as twere,
Til ah! I wrestle with this wakning cue
As if I had more I could lose in poor
'Scuse than is gone already. Rain shrouds blue
Skies with metallic grey, and dank hours tour
While fragile rays pierce gloom, and I'd love: you.
17Jun17a
Hi.