The question is, of course, how could one not
Think of Romeo and Juliet (as cliched as that
May sound) — with you, high atop an orange ladder,

And all the potted ferns in bloom, or whatever they were,
Though what could it matter, seeing that they were
All fake. I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name. Your assistance
Was beautiful, and, yes, I found the caulk

Needed to patch the ruined wall, the wall I ruined
Trying to hang my Audrey Hepburn still….

– excerpted from In the Gardening Section of Home Depot, by Nathan McClain

And who didn’t fall in love with Olivia Hussey in Franco Zeffirelli’s version back in 1968….a Brunette, a balcony…what more could a young poet want…