from the sonnet one (shake s on e i)
of any beauty we want more and think perhaps that it can last yet as we know of days before poets sings of our long past so even you in gracious squint which hints the sparkle of your eyes your memory but tint passing beauty as it hies though you are lovely today as winter til it become spring another summer follows may to refresh beauty in answering a sad world to want though also then we come alive and gone again [written in unnamed toronto park] Thom Olsen
