The Value of Tears
I truly cannot sing her praises
Loud or long enough
She really does seem to me
That perfect
But logic simply
Will have none of it today
Instead I shall settle
For a moment, maybe two
And try to squeeze an ounce
Or so of comfort from
This tired
Old bench and watch her
From a distance
Yes, that is precisely how
I shall spend my mornings from
Now on
Under the pretext of reading
Cohen’s ‘Favourite Game’
And sipping
Strong black breakfast coffee
In the courtyard
Off Café Canto alla Mela
Yes, I am almost certain of it
That is precisely how and where
And when
I shall be reminded of
The true value of tears
While gazing out across some
Vacant courtyard spreading
Far beyond
The sprawling reach of
My own bowed shadow and
From where I find
The brightness of this savage
Florence sun still blinding
Sip it slowly soldier
I thought I heard her voice
From somewhere
Just behind my right shoulder
And from the shelter of
This oh\' so shaded archway
I am once again reminded
Of the true value of tears