Poems ✍️

THERE is a woman on Michigan Boulevard keeps a parrot and goldfish and two
white mice.
She used to keep a houseful of girls in kimonos and three pushbuttons on the
front door.
Now she is alone with a parrot and goldfish and two white mice ... but these are
some of her thoughts:
The love of a soldier on furlough or a sailor on shore leave burns with a bonfire
red and saffron.
The love of an emigrant workman whose wife is a thousand miles away burns
with a blue smoke.
The love of a young man whose sweetheart married an older man for money
burns with a sputtering uncertain flame.
And there is a love ... one in a thousand ... burns clean and is gone leaving a
white ash....
And this is a thought she never explains to the parrot and goldfish and two white
mice.