Love

Robert Creeley

Robert Indiana

One can't know love like a tree in the ground
nor can one determine where it will be found.
One day it's there, the next day gone.

But that seems a bleak before and after.
Best think of it as another matter,
which comes simply by changing one letter.

Blue of sky, green of earth's cover,
blood's red pulse, these go together,
make place for love now and forever.

The 2River View, 2_4 (Summer 1998)