A Poem by Stan Raines

Love, Love,
The weak sister
Must wait upon
Those who would love Love
But who wait upon
The things of love-
Who draw pictures of starry nights madly swirling,
Or build fortunes on the wasting of factory towns,
Or plot the downing of an unlucky race,
Or dance till morning in maddening circles.

So Love takes a day job,
To speed the waiting,
A domestic hire busy in the kitchen,
Folding sheets by new rules,
Or hurrying the message on which money depends;
Love finds ways for busy hands.

Oh, being that which is not its own-
Oh, Love, who will you serve?