Girls were off limits.
At the school pool I could look but not touch.
In undergraduate days still interested
but very, very careful.
The passion was writing.
First there was the student newspaper.
Next a column "School Notes" in the small town weekly.
Then letters in the small city daily.
More letters in the big city daily.
Culminating in a letter quoted by Joe Kaslow
in The New York Herald Tribune and two lines extorted
from Edith Wharton at Newsweek that gave a credit.
A lot of huff and puff before graduating from high school
but the passion had to go somewhere
and girls were off limits.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Perfect: your at your best when you share your memories.