Gondolas of My Heart

Twin gondolas race

The canals of my boyish heart:

Pass each other by, and face

A hair’s breadth apart.

Their paddles break through

Bluing sky. Above painted shoots

And stalwart trees.

I cross them both,

From oar to oar,

As gentle stream turns to a roar.

You sit beneath the sinking sun.

I scramble for your glittering eyes:

Jump from deck to hoping light,

But it fades & fades & fades away

As night gives way to loving day.

Twin gondolas swim,

Pass each other; far apart.

You held the

Paddles to my heart.