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THE THROWER AND THE KEEPER
It’s best when casual—a quick
“I love you” while the coffee cools
or when we pass each other
in the hall.
Skywriting lovers
who proclaim “I love you”
to the world mistake publicity
for praise.
Better the ways
of Cyrano who saved his praises
for Roxanne alone.
No Cyrano,
I do my best to thank you
for your bravery of heart, your sense
of who’d be hurt by what
is said or left unsaid, your rage
when something totally unjust
is totally ignored.
On basics
we agree.
On trivia, not always.
I claim the Iroquois were right—
“Travel light, travel far.”
You say
the things we chuck today
we just might need tomorrow.
So there we are—the chucker
and the saver—now against
mañana.
On trips you pack
for three eventualities—delay,
disaster and death.
I pack
the clothes I plan to leave
behind, the socks I’ll never
wear again, the books
I bring to give away…
To be exact,
you’re two-thirds right.
When I
need dimes for tolls or parking
meters, presto! you produce
them from the pocket of your coat.
If I need dollars, presto! out
they pop like Kleenex from the selfsame
coat.
And that trick works
with any coat.
You keep
a history of birthdays, wedding
dates and anniversaries, and twice
that saved us from the worst
of all embarrassments.
You store
for years the sales receipts
I’d throw away, and once
that spared us a calamity.
I doubt
we’ll change.
What leaves me edgy
makes you more assured, so why
adjust?
I’ll keep on lightening
our overload of blankets, towels,
issues of the NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC,
Christmas ribbons, drinking
glasses from a dozen different
sets, galoshes, photographs
and stubs, discarding, I concede,
some quality in all that quantity.
You’ll go on saving snapshots,
rubber bands, old programs
from Toronto and New York,
cancelled stamps from Italy
and Belgium, shillings, francs,
a ring too tarnished to be worn,
doorkeys for God-knows-which
hotels, outdated medicines
and, finally, I gratefully admit,
some quality in all that quantity,
including, in the process, me.
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