|The Locks of Pont Neuf, Paris, Pic by Poet|
Sweet symbol, they smiled while locking new love
to Ponte Neuf and tossing keys in the Seine—
the moment grey and still despite tourists
and the sharp bark of laughter that followed.
They spun around, then laughed and began their
life, honeymoon over, home again where
schedules that once meshed, clashed, strange rash
cut down intimacy, mutual friends took
sides, tires flattened, faucets dripped into rage
until—determined to revive their love—
They returned to Paris where love had thrived,
cut down their lock to onlookers’ surprise,
then tossed it and their rings into the Seine
swearing never to trust symbols again.
Copyright © 2013 S.L.Chast