Veronica

To my son's friend Veronica

Life is sad without Veronica,
Daniel's mad at me, though stoical.
His attempts to love are heroical.
Her laughter was his harmonica.

There is no girl like Veronica-
No Kate, no Jane, no Monica,
In a northern town or tropical,
In the Hague or in Solonica.

I will look for dear Veronica
With my glasses and with my monocle.
I will shout like a symphonica:
"Please come back, or your love is a chronicle!"

I will find in the West Veronica,
I will do my best to be comical,
I will bring her east like tonica
To my son in his gloom historical.

December 2011, New York


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