from the sonnet one (shake s on e i)

of any beauty we want more
and think perhaps that it can last
yet as we know of days before
poets sings of our long past
so even you in gracious squint
which hints the sparkle of your eyes
your memory but tint
passing beauty as it hies
though you are lovely today
as winter til it become spring
another summer follows may
to refresh beauty in answering
a sad world to want though also then
we come alive and gone again

[written in unnamed toronto park]
Thom Olsen

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