I HAVE ransacked the encyclopedias
And slid my fingers among topics and titles
Looking for you.
And the answer comes slow.
There seems to be no answer.
I shall ask the next banana peddler the who and the why of it.
Orthe iceman with his iron tongs gripping a clear cube in summer sunlightmaybe he will know.
Old-fashioned Requited Love
written byCarl Sandburg
© Carl Sandburg