We know it’s wrong to be sentimental,
Like for the old days
When bees were on the clover,
And Mobius strips of birdsong
Infinitized the morning.
We learned to be tougher
On ourselves,
We learned to limit
Disappointment.
We're too smart for that.
But listen! Distant thunder
Softly thudding in the pink
Between lead clouds.
Another storm approaches.
You used to call me Dear.
— inspired by, and with a line from a poem by Rae Armantrout
