why is it that people fall in love
under the mist of the blue setting
sun?
why is it that men embrace
when the pretty girls get
kisses
on their soft
clean
face?
why can i not be as a pretty girl
whose exposure to love and setting suns
and friendly people
and riverboat plays
and hugging
and kissing
and loving
and missing--
NONE of thESE
are left
undone?
why should i of all the men
homeless of shelter of love betrothed
live in love's silence like leftover shoes
or compound the waste of the vast urban
NOTHING
while the lonely subtle voice inside me sings
under the stolid summer sky
though to whom i do not know:
"je t'aime mademoiselle;
je t'aime."?