Donna/Sonata: A Petrarchan Sonnet

Three Score and Ten and Six she has in years

Yet childlike, girlish, age-defiant young.

Through travel, trouble, tragedy she steers

Yet from a well her merry laughter’s sprung.

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Last century we strolled a bookstore’s aisles.

She managed; I received. But then a gap

Would intervene, of choices, time and miles;

She moved away; I raised a child; oh snap!

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But strike a match and kindle up some hope

For more Adventure. Red-wine glasses clink

And conversation comes in gushing streams.

I learn it’s not enough to merely cope

When All That, Bag of Chips, AND Kitchen Sink

Include the lovely Woman of my Dreams!

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