1.
There, look, over my right shoulder -- left
is too much a strain (it's not like I spilled
salt and must pay homage) -- sur-
rounded by others. The timbre of his voice

recognizable as his Bic-blue eyes. Yesterday &
the day before, they included me. How quickly
he's filled in the blank --
............he's showing his photographs to him?

2.
............May I speak of "we"?
Not: We used to sit for hours at our round green table at the cafe.
Not: We always found something to talk about over cigarettes and coffee.
Not: We lay in the grass one August sunset, mouthing Promises,
............ Promises, Dionne Warwick across the park.
Not: We went to $1.50 movies where desire boomeranged.
But: We love in cliche.

3.
............ May I speak of love?
What hasn't been aphorized? Apologized? Advertised?
Agonized? Wise men call the Song
of Songs the Bible's best book. Hillel advised:
What is hateful to you, do not do to others; analyzed:
the rest, Commentary; authorized: now go and study.

4.
Lop-sided ampersand, l'amour declared
invigorates; declined, effeminates.
But un- moored is not invalid, shameful; & worse,
'tis blameless. ............Embrace this. Now go