I know now it cannot end
Eternity would have to bend
Before our love’s large strength
Which will suffer no reverse
Infinity’s enduring length
Is not as far as love can send
Its message to the universe.
Already I’ve forgotten what you wore
Sunday, standing by the fridge; it was black,
And your arm supported the broom...
They say the street is swept and cleaned by sunrise
At nine the traffic stops and blackbirds sing...
