Love & Latitude Poem by Stan Petrovich

To love from afar
-Little tip-
Then to scurry and call
Your name to the sky
Through wires & machines
Across the continental
Drift,
Is like breathing
With a beaker for a helmet
-Suffocation-
And starves all the string orchestras
Playing in all the nations;
Love songs glowing in the dark
-Old-time radios gathered-

When I love what is
Not mine to love
It becomes the leak of love,
The foiled radiation
From a humming radio
Not tuned to love songs,
But to speeches of hatred.

I do much better with longitude,
Where one hat works for the same rain.