QUEENS

She's going to Queens.

With her little romance novel, she's going to Queens.

Totally unaware of my life of noisy desperation,

she's off on a rail

to Queens,

where she'll live her life happily ever after.

I will, too, I suppose

though I can't quite see it yet.

At the moment, all I envision

is her beauty before me

soon to be absented

sequestered to lands indescribable

lands far from me.

I cannot see

the forest from the trees

but perhaps I will

if I ever get to Queens.