The Street is One Way…

I remember…
…watching you lay in the sun by the side of the pool with the radio playing. I thought you looked wonderful oiled up with your long hair blowing to one side in the breeze.

From “Fearful Symmetry: A Study of William Blake” by Northrop Frye
“When You Fall In Love…”
I guess nobody ever does mean to fall in love.
But it happens,
and love brands itself on your brain.
It’s like a new street
appearing overnight in the city
you’ve lived in your whole life.
The street is one way.
You can’t turn around and get off it
And it curves up ahead
so that you can only see far enough to
know that you are veering into the unknown.