by Joan McNerney
I love you
and I'll
shout it from rooftops.
Chisel giant hearts
through Mount Everest.
Take out an entire edition
of the New York Times.
You love me
and you'll
preempt the president.
Send our rocket to Venus.
Fly fluorescent banners
over the United Nations.
Let's write our names
on this perfect sky
so even heaven knows
we are in love.
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