Let's say that there were something else, not arbitrary.
Let's say that the way I loved you mattered, that the
Glowing port you offered in a storm mattered, that
It weren't you, anyway, I had looked to and tried not to keep in touch with.
Let's say, for instance, the words alone mattered:
Let's say, "alone" or "leminiscate" mattered because
And only because I like the way they sound
And hoped that you could too.
Let's say I could write poems that were virtuous, that held themselves above
What prose does, more than how I show a child
That leprechauns live down deep: