Though it is across four full tables I gaze,
Over the roar of the large crowd I shout,
And within the passing of a quick break we babble.
Just one glance from you eyes is bliss,
A brush against your shoulder melts me,
Your quick words and laughter are music
And that incorrigible smile soothes any wound.
But there is no time, there are no words
And I cannot compete with laundry.
So I withdraw my dreams from their legitimate claims
And await eagerly,to be content in you company, again.
March 1996
