This is a sonnet is called "Love, if You Love Me,"
which you may recall, is a line from the Creeley poem
that I love so much.
So it's called "Love, if You Love Me."
"Watching the seagulls turn blue as day
goes down on the austere city.
Even the industry looks terrific and so goes
your agent of disrepair.
The body that keeps denying the comfort you're seeking.
Still you try to love Wednesdays as much as Tuesdays.
You try to build things without using your hands.
You cannot wait for grace to move you but you can't move
without grace.
So of course, you don't know exactly what to do next.
You pay rent for the march of clouds."