love before love, in the front yard with my telescope, 14 years old, pondering love, abstract love, not attached to anyone kind of love, pretend love, while looking at cratered moon, wondering if she is up there, or somewhere, U2 playing on my transistor radio, primordial longing for the one, hopeless romantic, summer night, movie scene in my head, where girl finds boy staring at stars, thinks, he is so deep, i love him.
Daniel W. Polk 