Love Poem and Proposal to the People of Durham

Shall I compare thee to one of my summer’s days?
Thou art hotter but less humid:
Rough winds do come with hurricane season.
And my winters bring many school closings:
Sometime too high the balls of the Bulls fly,
And often are the green trees giving shade,
And every farmer comes to the market.
In Spring, you stroll my historic district:
But my Bimbe and ArtWalk shall not fade,
Nor my parks and gardens that you so love.
Nor shall film and music festivals pass,
When in eternal lines you seem to wait.
So long as my Durhamites can see my beauty
So long lives this, our love for each other.

Let us be wed and be as one March 19.
Durham

Ref: Independent Weekly 2.9.11 p26