by Shay Gines
How do I love OOB? Let me count the ways.
I love OOB to the depth and borough and house size
My soul is well met with kinship and allies
For the vision and drive of the muse’s grace.
I love OOB for miracles conjured in cabarets and cafes
Most intimate, be it illuminated by Fresnel or candlelight.
I love OOB gratefully, as the lost granted insight;
I love OOB joyously, as a production given a critic's praise.
I love with a passion of my enthralled youth
In my old daydreams, and with grad school faith.
I love OOB with a love of an audience amused
With comedy of threes, -- I love OOB with Uta like breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! -- and, if Dionysus choose,
I shall but love OOB for a life exceedingly blessed.
Special thanks to Elizabeth Barrett Browning