A few years ago, my friend Zoë undertook a little guerrilla poetry project during National Poetry Month, leaving small copies of poems on tables and seats as she went about her day. This remarkable and surprising love poem by Ada Límon was one of them. I’ve held it to post on Valentine’s Day. Here in Austin we are amid the coldest cold snap in 30 years, the plants that were just starting to bloom bent and frozen, our yard a jumble of covers and blankets to try to salvage what we can. I thought perhaps I should make this week’s selection about winter instead of love, but I came back to this poem and placed it in the box edged with frost. Happy Valentine’s Day.
[Post updated 2/21 with extra pics of the poem in the weather. We are fine now. We are grateful.]