Retired Newtown Bee Editor and published poet Nancy K. Crevier read the following, one of her as-yet-unpublished works, during a recent event. She graciously agreed to share it with our readers.

Do not squander love on just one day;

Savor its largeness, hoard some for a time

When it seems far away

From promises made,

As faded as the corsage

Crushed on a lapel.

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Do not waste the wealth of love on these few hours,

Cherish its fullness, gather some close

To let loose when it flounders

And this day feels lost,

A mark on the calendar

That might be erased.

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Do not give all of love this day;

Treasure its immensity, save some

Should jealousy occlude the eyes

With heavy veil

That will not easily

Be thrust aside.

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This moment longs to lavish love,

To shake every drop from the vessel

Of the heart;

Keep a reservoir to draw upon

To ease an unexpected thirst,

One into which you can thrust your hands,

Raise them clasped,

The juiciness of love revived.

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Be generous on this fine day

But do not give all of love

Away.

—Nancy K. Crevier