act II

 You call and write,

remind me of your

adolescent admiration,

your adult infatuation,

inspire my waiting pen,

disclose your dormant dreams,

make real your fantasies.

You fire the vivid magazine

of your imagination,

inflame my passion.

I thought I was free,

but you beam your electricity

800 miles from Albany

and, my God

I’m still your lightning rod.

Gail (Jan.’11) says, “Long distance romances are difficult and this poem represents a time midway through our intermittent twelve-year relationship when we were trying to put Humpty Dumpty together again.”

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