Main Street
One week after the Equinox
September transits into October
At midnight
We stand on the sidewalk
And talk
About the Beatles and winter driving
Getting lost in a big city
The difference between hippies and cowboys
The balance between discipline and joy
Within the creative process
It's long past sunset
Too cold for the sandals on my feet
We jam our chilly hands
Into jean jacket pockets
I love your dimpled grin
How you half turn toward your car
As if you ought to go
But you stay
We laugh and talk on
Beneath the just-past-full moon
I know you belong to someone else
Yet for just this hour
I let myself pretend
You are mine alone
5 comments:
I like this quite a lot.
Now I just need to figure out who you might have been out and about with at roughly that time!
I'm not talkin'.
Though I am curious, Miss Colleen, just what would you do with such information? On the extremely unlikely, way out there possibility that you should figure it out.
Because I'm not a nice person, I am delighting in how this must vex you! ;)
I think there's a pretty good chance I know ... or might have it narrowed down to two. But I certainly won't venture to guess here in a public forum! ; )
Your discretion is much appreciated.
You must have polished up your crystal ball! As far as I can tell, there is no trail...
Post a Comment