Before Leda was Greek, She was Irish 
The history of love started with pigtails, freckles and green eyes.
	Before man’s concern with the tragedy of clocks, down comforters 
and four hundred thread count sheets of Egyptian cotton dyed straw yellow.
	Before sky had the name blue, before chemistry, before,

Love shamelessly danced naked on the Emerald Isle, 
	a precursor to meadows and trees, 
with bumble bees stoned on the dream 
	of Nat King Cole singing: L-O-V-E.
© SB Joy, 2022

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