That you are small and compact Like a thought I can hold In the palm of my mind certainly Adds to your appeal,

As does your continual mystery That I run against my tongue Like the word "heliotrope", name Of a fragnant unseen flower.

Yet it is in the hours between Speech that the three worded Phrase uncoils its infant fingers, Yet unamed, and yet growing into

This new life, we now call "ours"

Note: She said read this play, giving him Thornton Wilder's "Our Town"; she said the letter he demaned is written in the guise of marginalia in those pages. She said this is how we shall fashion our town, at the crossroads of paragraphs, in the traffic of books exchanged.