Sunlight streaming through Partly drawn muslin curtains Falls softly upon you.
Your face in profile Bathed in the day’s wintry twilight Fills me with wonder
Dry leaves underfoot Crackle loudly like gunshots Quick! This is the spot!
Last week, as many of you know, I wrote a series of posts in the “memoir” category I call Tempus Fugit (Time Flies) about a boy, a girl, and their painfully brief schoolyard romance at Coral Park in November of 1972. I called it Tempus Fugit: Remembering Cheryl T – 50 Years Later, and evenContinue reading “Tempus Fugit: Remembering Cheryl T: Music from the Original Blog Soundtrack”
I never even talked about Cheryl much with “the girl who came after,” and – I don’t know why the fuck I did this – what little I did say was not true. I don’t remember what cockamamie story I told K the few times that she asked about the girl I had left behind, but I can tell you that I did not tell her about the pink sweater, or that I had cried myself to sleep three nights in a row before starting school at Tropical Elementary on Monday, November 13, 1972.
Auburn hair, loose, brushed Past fair shoulders gently spills Catches morning’s light
Autumn wind outside In class, young pupils study My gaze locks with yours
Blue skies and white clouds High above the packed schoolyard Below, sad goodbyes
Morning sunlight shines Casting shadows of the big trees, Two hands tightly clasped.
School, 1972: A Haiku Windy fall morning A lilac-scented schoolgirl’s Kisses soft as rain.