Wednesday, July 14, 2010


Watching the broken white line stream toward the windshield
like bolts of some strange energy
as my mind wanders into a place
where I am so much younger
so much lighter
and I can dance
and my nose is a bit smaller
and my chin is a bit stronger
and my hair is dark and thick again.
Oh I am dancing with her
in romantic darkness
she is young and lovely
and smitten
with long tan legs
and lovely blue eyes
and a light dusting of freckles on her nose
smiling the most beautiful smile I have seen this side of my wedding day
and then I have to come back to the wheel
where I am old and heavy again
and dancing is just the memory
of a fantasy
as I drive along home.

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