My Manhood
'MAKING LOVE?
DO IT LONGER
phone so-and-so.'
It dominates as you're
leaving town on the
Eastern Freeway
driving under
this huge sign.
I don't mention it
to my wife.
She doesn't mention
it to me.
'NOT MAKING LOVE?
DOING IT NO LONGER?'-
the words come to mind.
Words about love...
ah yes, I remember.
Didn't Lawrence write:
'My manhood is cast down
in the flood of remembrance'?
Yes, but remembering
his mother at the piano.
Another time he wrote:
'Yes, we have come through.'
Yes, dear, we came through.
At length, I glance away
from our road ahead,
and our eyes meet.
Yes, we met, there was love,
which has lasted,
longtime;
there is love.
Max Richards
in Melbourne
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