The poem my friend will not let me forget
some thirty years after he published it
now makes me cringe—a country western song
comparing broken hearts to broken cars,
portraying love as unexpected gifts
that fill the painful holes of childhood.
Since then, I’ve learned that John and Paul were wrong—
that in the end, the love you take is not
equal to love you make. Love is a verb;
it’s what you do, and not what someone else
may feel for you. Get off that Ferris wheel!
Give up the highs and lows and get to work.
Dig up some dirt and plant zucchini seeds.
Your green abundance comes from pulling weeds.
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