[for Maureen G., and the pleasures we
were unable to share and explore]
". . . how all that young year I was moving
"To take her dissolution to my breast!"
---Denis Devlin, "The Colors Of Love"
Maureen you waited
that day, your invitation
open (those socks!); but
I kept faith with her---who would,
soon, dissovle my youth's remains.
Kyakuchuu
[jlc]