Poignant Post
I’d rather be on Cornwall’s shore
despairing for Isolde’s ship
than monitoring e-mail for
Isolde’s electronic blip
on my computer. Message box!
Incoming mail adorns my site
like sailboats seen beside the docks
that mock my landlocked heart’s delight.
For I see flagging on my screen
bright signals that my love arrived
with white displayed on its marine
horizon. Sadly, what’s inscribed
in black is not my heartthrob’s name,
but fans desire’s unquenched flame.