La-de-da

From a window in New Jersey
a young boy stares at a star, dreams
that a young girl, there, dreams of him;
she is his and he is hopeless.

On a tennis court in New York
Woody Allen meets Annie Hall;
instantly it is perfect and
it will be rare but cannot last.

And here in Philadelphia
we search as all folk do; we find
as some folk will; but here, we find,
long ago, our Annie Hall died.

By SETH LARACY