| Love Poem | ||
| by Gregory Orr | ||
A black biplane crashes through the window
of the luncheonette. The pilot climbs down,
removing his leather hood.
He hands me my grandmother's jade ring.
No, it is two robin's eggs and
a telephone number: yours.
I think Mr. Orr may have watched too many movies, but I like the dramatic entrance! (and the idea of being handed my true love's phone number - I'm still waiting!) Now I must get ready to help my friend and neighbor, Terri, set up the rec room for our little Valentine's Party this afternoon. We're having a little get-together for our elderly neighbors (yes, including myself) with some light refreshments and door prizes! 
...for a lovely Valentine's Day! | ||
