“There are many good fishermen
and some great ones. But there is only one you.”
— Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea

Careful not to wake a dragon, lovers recite Rumi:
Shams lives on Turkish stars selling girdles,
sails, leaf storms, windmills for Dulcinea,
while crickets chirp passages
to the old man and the sea.
Too many of them stopped
by the proximity
of drowned Venusian moons
before a grammarian asked:
Tea, or coffee?