After Things We Said Today
This is one of a series of poems inspired by Lennon-McCartney's ‘Things we said today.’ The repeated references to ‘love is luck’ and love is a riddle without a solution, is also inescapable.
The lover’s eyes fix upon eternity. He’s the
Lucky kind, love to hear you say that love is luck but
Not blind to reminisce about reminiscence.
He’s adamant about forever.
He and the girl go on and on like a round.
It’s the nature of song and
The prisoned memory of the fountain flowing in Washington Square and
Snowbars on bench slats
Even a marble arch looming in a volcanic sky shapes memory.
There’s a rackety A minor as fine and kind are off-rhyme.
It’s the koan of the title
The not-a-lot to say.
It’s the heart of absence.
A smile hovering in the air
That pulls in and strands us on spiraling time.
Poet's Note: This is one of a series of poems inspired by a Lennon-McCartney lyric.