Sometimes love is unexpected,
and so there are no cards for
this quaint occasion
when you feel the warm stare on the back
of your neck or you are sure a
special one leans in just
a bit more than necessary and puts
that hand on your arm
to speak softly, to stay
and now arrives the moment
when you are thinking about those eyes
that you pass by a store window
or tie your shoe by a fountain you
never saw before
and see just how frail you have
become in the skin over your knuckles
or how the
lines of your striking frame have
gone more oboe than clarinet.....
No, love is unexpected and the
dumbest, saddest,
clown in town.
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