What a marvelous thing to be
Lost in Baltimore with you
To traipse along these summery sidewalks
Carefree, and for once, alive
Alexander’s in Fell’s has
Six-dollar burgers – I take mine
Rare. You prefer yours meatless –
They also boast a swell selection
Of draught beer. The Sound Garden
Boasts an even better selection
Of records (My bank account shrinks
In utter
Terror – )
As we amble along
The angular marinas, I’ve counted
15 people out for a run
12 walking their dogs, 8 riding bicycles
And 35 people who have a better idea
Than we of where they’re going
Pizza and frozen yogurt
In O’Donnell Square
Where we’re fortunate to observe
The more affluent members
Of our generation making ample use
Of their disposable incomes
At the various pubs all showing
The same basketball game
On their hi-def plasma screens
Two mallards fly in from the harbor
The male eagerly trailing his mate
As she scrounges the dirt for food
Truthfully
I’m surprised that you still find me
Attractive, despite my dreadful
Sinus infection.
It’s getting late, and this neighborhood
Is no place for two pretty things
Such as ourselves to be wandering around
So we catch a cab back
To Johns Hopkins Station
Where we await the next train
Read the City Paper
And I find myself graced
With hopeless adoration
For you –
-r. miller
