for Frannie Not yet reconciled To the tie between us, Obvious from minute one, You walking into my life, Dragging your suitcase behind you. I don't know how to plan for this. My hands through your hands, Your ring on my finger, We two entwined. Strange, this. How easily we fit, Even to the weight of your body on mine. How hard it is To hold you up from nine thousand miles. But my bones are built for this. August 28, 1997 © Lela Kaunitz