“Love Poems for Life” (I)

You look happy, said Harlan. Yes, said Blurtso, I saw a lovely donkey, and it changed my day. Sometimes a glance from someone you admire, said Harlan, changes everything. Yes, said Blurtso, everything. What’s her name? said Harlan. I think it’s Laura, said Blurtso. Laura? said Harlan, like the woman who inspired Petrarch to write sonnets? Petrarch? said Blurtso. Yes, said Harlan, the 14th century Italian poet who wrote two hundred sonnets for a woman named Laura. Was she his wife? said Blurtso. No, said Harlan, he only saw her a dozen times. And he wrote her two hundred sonnets? Yes, said Harlan, just knowing she was alive gave him life. That’s how I feel, said Blurtso, my whole world changed in an instant. And it makes you want to dance? said Harlan. Yes, said Blurtso, I can hardly control my hooves. That’s the miracle of feeling alive, said Harlan. And she gave it to me, said Blurtso, by just being herself.