I was thinking about love
and the full fragrance of lilacs
she loved in May.
But the world
doesn’t need another love poem—
I’m not sure it needs another poem at all.
On my desk, a book of Wordsworth’s collected poems weighs in
at more than 1,000 pages. The world blunders along
just fine without more poems and poets.
It is late in the day now
and lilacs perfume the evening air.
Give me your hand, my love, it will hold us.
Tom Snyder: Collected Poems 