194–If Wishes Were

she sleeps in our bed while
i write these dreams of more
though arriving here with her
at this late date has given me
all the more i dreamed of for
more than many years
why is it we quarrel letting
this passion turn it’s head
away from ecstasy why is
it that discontent is a rider
in our car on days when
we wish for other things
at my age is early retirement
with no pay i wish i had been
published by now, wish my
work had been more effective
but i do not wish for any other lover

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