Honestly, I'm a Liar, & Other Balances & Imbalances

February 26, 2011

lot

40 years later in a Florida fog/

4 A.M.   I’m eating yogurt/

In my station wagon on a lunch break/

40 years earlier  in a rain, in a romance/

4 A.M.  Becky & I, hand in hand  on a traintrack/

She sang me Lightfoot/ Until

We stared at  a lit-up  corvair/

Louder than a fallen tree in those rainy woods/

The crosslegged trippers/

Invited us in for a smoke/

A chance to dry up some & to warm up/

To some  clearly good folks/

After  fare- thee-wells  all around, we left/

We looked back & still smiled alot/

As I do now/

Here in this factory parking lot.

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