I remember a night
the July wind blew in something unfriendly
we passed a black shingle house
where a senile storekeeper lives
i was holding you by the waist
we were both dressed like marlene dietrich
i wondered where the street would eventually wind
i wondered why i was on it at all
and why i was on it with you?
i remembered one day that senile storekeeper
was friendly to me
the wrinkly eye that would normally cringe into a C at me
warmed up to a recipe i explained
a grown-up endeavor
using her store's ingredients
to cook something for someone i loved
ingredients made with love
or the satisfaction of pursuing it
the street led to a playground
and we all played at the height of
Prohibition era getup
I dangled from a chain net
suspended like a hooked fish
and looked down at the wood shavings on the ground
twirling like a thatched roof watermill
how it wouldn't break a fall from this height
the wind told me to get down
i did.
i looked for you
you were thrusting wind on the tire swing
and i had mud on my black dress slacks
we'd have to take the same road home
and now the wind was unfriendly and cold
i wondered why you wanted to play so much?
and why we came here together?
(c) AJD 2008
Comments (1)
Hey, thanks for the props. Haha you listened to the cast? I didn't know you were the audience we were aiming for. Definitely not a shining achievement as far as editing and quality goes; but in terms of production a great one. First cast in two years? That's a pat on the back in itself.