Choices

It's funny the things I've chosen to love.
Like poetry and limes.  The sorrows
of young Werther and cheap red wine.

The memory of my father, which
I've built into a monument.  Ideas
about musicians I hope to meet.

And dreams, those abstract
and fleeting moments.  Springtime
in the desert, what's not to love

about that?  Everything
from heavenly weather to wearing
tank-tops and chunky sandals

while showing off bright red
toenails, tanned thighs.
The way Roethke describes longing-

a body with the motion of soul.

Lisa Zaran

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