Juliet and Love   Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily . . .   II.v   Juliet watches the wind wave the grass.   Was it the pulse of the waves, the roots that anchored the waves, or was it the wind itself moving invisibly in waves that transfixed her?   This, she sighs, was getting tedious. But she let the thought simmer while she waited around for things to make sense.   Maybe random traces were enough to suggest the stirring of plot, like a movie marquee with its lights out here and there.   This sullen mood led inevitably to the subject of love. People, she noticed, let things blow along until love died down flat, and then there they were, marooned again.   Juliet watches the grass bow and rise. Its helpless grace. Its charming sway.     Originally published in Fourteen Hills, Spring 2002. Copyright Nancy Taylor Everett