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
Sometimes you meet someone and almost immediately there is a feeling of intimacy as if you have known each other for years. Even if you never see each other again the memory of your interaction remains fresh and lively. This was one of those nights, one of those conversations.
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