tummies pumped anti-acid from pills
slogged down with hot tea;
only medicine men drove cars;
the rest took up with carriage maidens,
wintering their haunches in fur.
timeless romance played tricks on
these men, who fretted over lost
loves, loves cartoon heroes, the Pepe’ Le Pews
of yesteryear compelling politeness
in the seduction arena.
the cold air meant kisses lasted forever,
men’s warm arms slung about shoulders,
women’s hands keeping warm in muffs,
their protection snug in tightly-buttoned
collars, their laughter gay with romantic
notions, hot toddies slipping down
easily after journey’s end.
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
Love Tinka