“Please come to Boston” in my head, lyric of longing, lives
divided, yearning to leave meets the gravitational pull of home,
delicious agony of the unrequited, the bird and fish passionate
in love, but where will they live?
The bird needs the fish to sing to, to remind it to turn its view
from the clouds, the fish needs to look up for inspiration, to know
it is seen by someone graceful. More powerful than presence
is memory exactly the way we were that one time, incomplete
moments more whole than a lifetime mated. Please, stay
where you are. I will ramble and drift for both of us, we will live
our call and response in quatrains, inhabit the satisfying form
bound by tension: return or leave, come here, come home
until we meet our volta -the final turn of our couplet,
uncoupled we are one.