2/9

On this day, in 1973, I took the elevated to Northwestern University, to see a certain film.


That's where I met my wife. This poem is for her.

From the calendar, it appears
(and I don't suppose it lies)
that it's been - unbelievably - 35 years
since I first laid eyes

on yours.

The years flash by
but love endures

not like a hard unchanging stone
more like a vine that's groped and grown
through cold and hot and dry and wet.

My darling, oh my dear,
my heart's not over you yet.