Heaven and Earth

                                                                  He

“O, love let us fly to the far away sky

     Up, up from this planet of pain;

Let us soar to the blue as all lovers should do,

     Snug and safe in love’s aeroplane.

O, love tell me “yea”, and we’ll flutter away

     As the birds in their airiest flight;

We will sail to the moon and do nothing but spoon,

     And leave the dull world from our sight.”

                                                                 She

“O, wouldn’t it be most delightful?” quoth she,

     “But alas! You’re a poet, I fear;

You know we can’t fly, at least very high,

     On less than a thousand a year.

I will answer you “yea”, but we can’t go away,

     Let’s look at things just as they are;

Instead of the ship let us take a nice trip

     Out of town in an open car.”

May 17, ‘10