To make love in concrete

you must start while it’s

still impressionable,

before it settles. Then it will

be indelible, imprinted

on your walkway for

the world to see.


But if you fear close contact

cement under your nails,

you can wait for lines to appear,

cracks caused by upward

pressures, roots and such,

and assemble them to

look like love.


Years later, even after disasters

that rock the ground, overturn

stones, I think you would still

find it there in the rubble;

love is that kind of thing.


The Louisville Review, Volume 52, Fall 2002