Love Poem Poem by Gregory Orr

Love Poem



A black biplane crashes through the window
of the luncheonette. The pilot climbs down
removing his leather hood.
He hands me my grandmother's jade ring.
No, it's two robin's eggs
and a telephone number: yours.

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Gregory Orr

Gregory Orr

Albany, New York
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