Bob Lucky

I Was Wondering

Could we hold another hand without thinking of each other’s hand, could we join bodies, share the friction of togetherness, without thinking of our own tongue-in-groove, could we possibly laugh at the same jokes without feeling queasy, could we sit there in the morning across the table and bear the silence of someone else, could we ever love another the way we once loved each other, could we ever love each other the way we once did?

late winter
a deal on mail order
tulip bulbs

Note: Previously published in Frogpond 37.3, Fall 2014.