I watched it as it grew from
Just a single column in the
Arts and Entertainment
section
Of the local Sunday news.
I thought it at first to be
an oddity
To place the Personals
In such a section, so
obscure,
So hidden from the public
view.
But week to week it became
clear
The lonely souls were reading
As column grew to pages
'Til it quite obscured the
Arts,
And it finally occurred to me
And filled me with delusion
To think there are so many
Restless, searching, lonely
hearts.
All those people reaching
out,
Longing for affection.
No time left for subtlety;
"In search of" ...
direction.
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