Nothing loves
But it loves tomorrow.
Be kind to love
Facing puzzling sorrow.
Be kind to love, but do not love.
You cannot love. How can you love
Eternal afternoons
Eternally tomorrow?
She tried on hats
All afternoon.
All she was, she had to borrow.
You loved her in the afternoons,
Marching towards tomorrow.
What was puzzling in that?
She smiled. She found her hat.
Gone, that silly sorrow.