There is a poem by Jack Agüeros I like:
10 o'clock.
She rides east.
I ride west.
I ask God to do things for me
And when he does, I don't notice.
He made me a gift of her love
And another now of her friendship.
But I cannot quell my greed,
It's her love I want:
Riding, on the same train
In any direction.
(thanks, Martín, as usual.)
Posted by Gus at February 20, 2001 11:57 PM