LOVE AT FIRST SIGH





It must feel like this –
like lunch at a Viennese café,

sitting alone at a corner table
facing the street, watching

the human parade and the dogwoods
on the square burst forth suddenly.

And suddenly it was springtime
and the bitter coffee tasted sweet,

suddenly the drone of the lunch crowd
became a concert by Boskovsky,

and as they turned and saw the other
between the waltz of the waiters
and the busboys' ballet,

two sighs rose as from a single heart
and Vienna was never the same.