Irene had agreed to marry me, but she was still living in Minneapolis and I was in Findlay, OH. The inspiration for this poem was the miles that separated us and the anticipation of seeing Irene again. That anticipation remains but in a different form as we are now separated by another dimension.
ICE CREAM
Memories of you are like free
trips to the ice cream parlor.
Bites of strawberry to hold
in my mouth and let melt;
cooling my mind on a hot day.
But the anticipation of seeing
You-----------------------------
That's a whole banana split!
7/6/82 SFW
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