Love & Latitude
To love from afar
-Little tip-
Then to scurry and call
Your name to the sky
Through wires & machines
Across the continental
Drift,
Is like breathing
With a beaker for a helmet
-Suffocation-
And starves all the string orchestras
Playing in all the nations;
Love songs glowing in the dark
-Old-time radios gathered-
When I love what is
Not mine to love
It becomes the leak of love,
The foiled radiation
From a humming radio
Not tuned to love songs,
But to speeches of hatred.
I do much better with longitude,
Where one hat works for the same rain.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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