SEASONS LATER
Sitting in the church basement
Legs crossed
We sang along to Arlo Guthrie tunes
And held hands, mine clasped around yours
Bubbly, smart, valedictorian
People wanted to be near you
It was my good fortune
And I knew it
Later
Connecticut College
Scented candle wax dripping
On the album sleeve
Listening to The Free Design
Muted coronets, close harmonies
Soft pops on the record playback
Stay Another Season…
How many winters ago
You’re long gone but
The wax is still there, many seasons later
© 2014 Mark T. Holmes | All Rights Reserved | May not be duplicated
Streams to Ford 