Dare I always be the one
who reaches out on-line first?
Dare I be again the one
who writes in metered verse?

Dare I hope she hasn’t gone
into her deep dark dwelling place
so the computer glow illuminates walls,
but doesn’t shine upon her face?

Dare I, driven by memories past,
and what yet may be,
write verses quick and fast
that flow improvisationally?

Yes, I will take that writing dare again,
for she will answer, though I don’t know when.