The Day That Would Never Come

The day that would never come comes, it is

not what was expected, not the dreamed of

gay trip to Montréal and the gay leave

taking on the dock for Europe, for whose

conquest, making of many friends; she

no longer wants to go but she must;

nobody says so, but the last

thing she would do is turn back and I

think That's my Peggy, which makes this a love

poem. Is there another kind? but is there

something else to be told, of the tremor

of the ship, the day's departure, her wave?