Tuesday, August 30, 2011

These days...

None of us remembers these, the days
When passing strangers adored us at first sight
Just for living, or for rolling down the street.
Praised all our given names, begged us to smile.
You, too, in a little while, my darling,
Will have lost all this, asked for a kiss will give one,
And learn how love dooms one to earn love
Once we can speak of it.

Mary Jo Salter

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