There was the one of castaways on the island,
how he’d have not have had her
except for that island and his being the
alternative to no one –
and of his having been dumped by her
after “love” followed by rescue.
Then, too, there was the older man of money,
once handsome but now well past his prime –
and what won’t money buy if you’ve enough of it?
Well, except for actual love.
And so now I’m wondering about that kind,
and how love has gone,
and what that has to do
with what I’ve to say here.