1963

AVVENTURA

Softly, he insisted
To himself,
The peculiar conditions
Love requires
Enforce their perimeter.

Some quinine slap-take,
Some shouts across backyards.

At some point
We find ourselves
But that doesn't mean
We get caught,

O Nadia Comaneci,
Who's going to argue
Destiny with you?
Play a round
Of ping pong, maybe...

These are the twigs
Birds bring, playing
"Global catastrophe,"
A popular game places
With satellite tv
And no roads --

When I say it's love,
Let the young fame
Burn its papers
For the newsreels,
Let the feeling catch
On what pulls it along.