I searched ancient Chinese poets
for a wise word about love,
but they were silent on the matter.
Then i studied the world
conjured by troubadours in song, . . .
but that romance was too lofty and not mine.
Then i looked to that beacon of refinement
and stumbled upon bits and clips
and scraps of dialogue
too much like patter
to be any use.
disappointed by all the sages of China,
Provence and Hollywood,
i finally probed my heart at home
in Philadelphia, and found
the voodoo there.