Last night I had dinner out with friends
But the best part of the evening
Was the ride home
It was 71 degrees and the night was dark
I had the windows open and the moon roof too
Jazz on the radio at full blast
Seventy miles an hour down the long-lost highway
The wind was in our hair and on our skin
Wow! Said my friend when I pulled in front of her bungalow
At midnight in a screeching stop
That was exhilarating!
I was in the woods dark and strange
resting on a bridge
when out of the air did there appear
a maid so fair
Are you lost? She asked
No, I’m not lost, I just don’t know where am
She smiled
Well, all who wander are not lost, she said
Can you show me the way out of these woods?
Yes, this way
I followed her for a while in silence
What is you name, I asked finally?
Beatrice, she answered.
It sorta depends on where ya sittin’
as to where ya stand
the view from the gallery is better than from
below the bleachers
and if you live in a mouse hole – yo
you been living in hell
and if you live in a mansion
you never can tell
you my need an automatic weapon
to make ya last stand.
From a mile away
those pink and fuchsia blouses
on a cloudy day.
On this beautiful Sunday morning
yellow sunshine coming down
all the beautiful girls in town
walking their dogs
Their long legs in their short shorts
shimmer in the sunlight.
So, here I am sitting in the park
waiting for the sunrise
and this beautiful girl approaches me from the rear
I turn around to look at her
she smiles and I smile back
she keeps her distance
but we have a nice conversation
she has long blonde hair tied back in a pony tail
and wears a baseball cap skewed to one side
she is wearing plaid shorts and sneakers
this almost never happens to me anymore
she turns to leave and I wave goodbye
she waves back
here we are in the time of Coronavirus
another opportunity lost in
a fleeting moment of time.
This is the house of Lions and Pineapples
Where Victoria once lived
She’s a gone girl now
I always wondered
What was her secret?
Her eyes were wanton
Black, piercing
From her throat down to her toe
She was lethal
“I’m going to tease my hair,”
She said
“Why don’t you scare it when you’re done,”
I said
She laughed
I laughed
We all had a good laugh.
Where does the music go when the violin stops playing?
Where does the water flow when the wave stops waving?
I have crossed oceans of time
To be with you
There must be
Time enough for love….
Two hundred years for each breast
A thousand for the rest
And if we find rubies by the Rhine
So much better love can find
The way to stitch our hearts
For we are greater than our parts.
