PRIVATE JOKE SONNET
dedicated to a colleague of mine, and particularly to the most famous of her praiseworthy attributes.
The utmost attribute I sing. The strings
(Of my lyre !) I shall draw more tight ;
Let me not be unworthy of & disappoint
The one to whom we say goodbye.
Fare thee well, dear Marion, whose smile,
Though bright and clear, is not what I
The most have admired this year ; neither
Is it the pair of your enticing eyes.
From a classroom to another, behind you
We saw it fly ; what could we but
Move our captivated eyes and stare ?
Where shall we see it now ? on TV or Youtube ?
What if like Milton I be blind, for I own
In me and forever the memory of… your Cube !