love poem

written on the flyleaf of a copy of the bright shawl by joseph hergesheimer, priced ten cents at a yard sale in truro, massachusetts

if wishes were raindrops and dreams were umbrellas you’d be one of the gals and i’d be one of the fellas we would live in a city of smiling faces we would go to the beach and we would go to the races no bosses would tell us what we had to do our eyes would be bright and our hearts would be true we wouldn’t answer the phone or look at the clock we’d just look at each other and let people talk