I was in downtown SF, and I stopped at a pizza joint to grab a slice, when I saw this sign inside. Galway Kinnell is my little sister's favorite poet. I decided to eat the slice in, and I read the poem as I ate. I like it. If one day it happens you find yourself with someone you love in a cafe at one end of the Port Mirabeau, at the zinc bar where white wine stands in upward opening glasses, and if you commit then, as we did, the error of thinking. one day all this will only be memory…
