I've told this story before, innumerable times.




And There She Was

A Wordsworth teenager on Springsteen streets
A blushing poet among triple-decker hooligans
He rides the Blue Line train he's resolute and aimless
Mr Gorbachev tear down this Wall

The Breakfast Club is playing at the Cheri
Smiths and Cure and Cult on 'FNX
Astronauts perish in the glaring blue of January
He gets his first job in a downtown office

Soon he'll be twenty and a nominal adult
He'll start college at a safety school
He knows irregular French verbs and little else

He's not too eager for the wider world

They've made a city out of Dickinson's Amherst
Disheartening architecture on an ugly campus
A tower of brick and a synthetic pond for ducks
Independent thinkers parroting their professors

Our hero dutifully listened to his tutors
Both on the radio and in the lecture hall
He hated judgment and couldn't stand intolerance

He earned the highest marks from Karl and Groucho


Some sunny morning on the outskirts of October
He feigned attention in the humdrum classroom
Then she walked in and nothing else mattered
Celestial music and a blossoming of April


She made him something so much more than helpless
She was religion that you'll never find in churches
He resurrected all the cloying words of pop-songs
It all fell flat before her majesty and pride

Weeks later they met and chatted face to face
He stumbled through a bit of stopgap conversation
He felt embarrassed by his ten-thumbed existence
He felt elated that she didn't seem to mind

And on some other bright day near the Fine Arts Center
A voice said Hey but he was sure it wasn't for him
Then he turned and looked and there she was
They talked again and it wasn't for the last time





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Written on 2019-03-09 at 09:36

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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
This one generated a smile of memory. You’ve written an anthem to those of us who probably populate this warm and comfortable space. There is a latent integrity to your style in this that makes it so compelling to read. Enjoyed this very much!
2019-03-09


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
This one generated a smile of memory. You’ve written an anthem to those of us who probably populate this warm and comfortable space. There is a latent integrity to your style in this that makes it so compelling to read. Enjoyed this very much!
2019-03-09