I was never great at love poems, but these two are probably my best. Gravity: Summer Solstice, 1992 – for Mary Go tell it to the sea, how he should let go his moonstruck, his shameless high tides – climbing each day, each night kissing at her cloudless indifference.

I was never great at love poems, but this is probably my best. Happy Valentine’s Day. ______________ Gravity: Summer Solstice, 1992 Go tell it to the sea, how he should let go his moonstruck, his shameless high tides – climbing each day, each night kissing at her cloudless indifference.