I thought about love once
And then decided to
See a movie instead.

I thought about love again
Just yesterday as the
Inflated clouds dragged
Themselves through
The brush of blue sky
Sealing into paper-
Wrapping silence
One eager plane with its
Tired cargo of travelers.

And today, well,
I cannot tell a lie.
I’m thinking about love
In the middle of dinner
Following the odor of
Curry and brown rice,
And steam that rises
From my cold,
Uneventful plate.