Love has its own agenda.
After Arthur Sze

An old man carrying flowers across the street
Is hushed forever.

A cracked window is shut, letting
A red throated sparrow back into the sky.

I see man turn a corner running from a woman
— Unable to recognize his lover any more.

See a man sitting in a park wrapping
Barbed wire around his chest.

Dark bouquets hanging from the trees.

I see a photograph of a smiling couple –
It has been torn and taped together time
And time again.

I meet a woman, who was abandoned by
Her father but found another — wondering
If he’ll ever come home.

I know a man who studied anatomy
To find a way to replace his heart —
Inventing a pump without heat.

A philosopher argues that the fundamental
Difference between Night
And Day is the shade of fate.
Lovers struggling against
The cold hearts current.
Oblivious

copyright c.a. leibow 2006