To Lolita
For the reason that one looks into a sky
Of sunlit clouds in their cumulation,
Although he has no wings so he can fly—
For the reason that one looks out to a sea
Of waves forever fading into dawn,
Without a sail to steer at liberty—
For the reason that one looks up to a tree
Where squirrels chatter chatter on a limb,
Although he dare not climb, lest they flee—
For the reason that one looks upon a doe
Nurturing her freckled fawns in spring,
Although one twitch of his will make them go—
For such a reason, if I may be bold,
I’d gaze upon the girl I cannot hold.
crossroad
the muffled chugging
of a train
somewhere in the fog
echoes the muffled slugging
of a heart
bound for nowhere