Blowing Kisses

Do you think anyone dies having never been in love?
Why, I myself have been in love seventeen times
since breakfast
and there is no end in sight.
I fell in love with you, again,
over our cereal bowls this morning.
I fell in love with the wry eyebrow of the boy
who carelessly pushed carts in an afternoon parking lot.
I fell in love with the red ringlets and freckles
of the girl who left the restroom as I entered.
I fell in love with the giggle carried above the cacophony of rush hour.
I fell in love with your perfectly pleated pants.
I fell in love with the little red-ruffed bird tapping at the window,
wanting in as much as I wanted out.
I fell in love with the tired eyes that met mine across the aisle on the train.
And you, whose perfume lingered in the stairwell, I fell in love with you, too,
every one leaving your echo ringing in my heart.

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