a study toward sonnet #430 by FisherKingKQJ
I'd met many Jackies since that Jackie,
Some better looking, some vanilla plain-
The way sous chefs talked of her was tacky,
I nosed clues through conversational train.
I sought out such happenstance and in vain
A spark or ember of my ancient flame,
I'd glimpsed her in the streets or nearby lane...
I couldn't believe she looked just the same.
I cried out gruffly her wine flambee'd name,
She sighed a shy crows' feet and dimples smile,
She was the one who hadn't left me lame,
We walked together a weaving half mile.
And together we'll tackle the future,
And over the past we'll crotchet suture.
And together we'll tackle the future.
And together we'll tackle the hereafter.
And together we'll tackle the outlook.
[Proof of concept for an interactive tv autocue called: Autocube3]