cool sand shaped to his back
he floats away on the call of the surf
deep into a bygone place
sensing the sizzling of onions
and sweet smell of cheese steaks
from the philly sub shop opposite the bus depot
as she steps from the greyhound
a few added years, an extra pound or two
but still that comic smile he recalls
on halcyon nights like this
they embrace
and the lavender scent of her yellow hair
summons the afternoon they met
at the campus canteen
she sipping a root beer float
and laughing when he sings along
with the jukebox, doing his silly imitation
of sinatra imitating him
imitating sinatra swinging
just one of those nights
just one of those fabulous flights
a trip to the moon on gossamer wings
just one of those things
nessa
just one of those nights
just one of those fabulous flights
a trip to the moon on gossamer wings
just one of those things
- David
Love,
Sage
Newfie Hugs, Rose
John
Such a hubba hubba night! Dinner and a show. Well done!!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Be always safe,
Karen
You make this joyful night come to life. Beautifully written. Also makes me hungry!
Den Friend
Mary
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Simply beautiful.
Thanks, ~D.