A Gorgeous Day..

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..and full of promise. Just got a call from F, who is going to take the train in from Philly, so we can spend the day together. Wheeee! No. Stress. Required.

I sure need the break, and the warmth, and the laughter..as there will surely be scads of that. We may even go to our hometown (only about 20 minutes away), and visit 'our cemetary'..the place we truly came of age (Think, 'Where The Day Takes You'...Our 'Underpass', so to speak).

Oh, the ghosts of us all that still linger there. Only five of us left, now. So few 'Blue Sky Days' left to us, got to make them count.

He has a way of reminding me that I am still me..and that strengthens me.


'Light in Shadowed Rows' (for Us) June 21, 1997

My One of Me,
My giggling sister,
My most most sweet and childlike and gentlest of bitches;
You were the first in a lifelong series
of now fondly recalled wounds.

The scars you left on me still sparkle
certain summer nights.

No one can take your place in me;
I still see you in the diamond-strewn alleyways
that were our Kingdom.
Lazy faded bluejeans,
faithful bag of tapes in hand,
boombox blasting out the soundtrack of our coming of age..

And still I catch myself, sometimes,
mid-catch-phrase;
smiling at jokes that no one else could possibly get..

And I still dream, some nights;
of snowballs thrown
and railroad cars
and climbing in your window..
And our shared garden of stone;
where the ghosts of us still frolic--
Light
in Shadowed Rows.

And, after all this time it takes
but one shingle shimmering strand
of certain songs thought long-forgotten
and I'm back again..
Upon the various sagging porches,
moonlit empty lots and basement clubs
that mapped our journey;
landmarks of our youth.

It does me good to know,
when so many of our once wild breed have put to pasture,
and far too many of our absent friends forever sleep--
that you
are still up all night,
that you
are still running late,
that you
are still you.

You took the best of the frowned-upon me
and kept it alive.
That little lost fawn,
and that naive and blue-haired baby hag--
still brightly shine!

Thank you for remembering
that springtime sapling me,
for traveling that wayward brick road,
laughing,
by my side;
though now reduced to Christmas cards and token birthday cakes--
you remember
when it was endless and free.

Thank you for the pages
in the book of Me
filled with lessons learned.
For reminding me
of me
when I forget myself.

Thank you--
for some of the best blue sky days that I have ever known,
for your patient indulgence,
for your twisted humour,
for your constant reminders,
for so very much of Me.



Edited to add:
Meh. We found out that the last train out of YokelBubVille here is at like, 6 pm...so, as soon as he arrived, he would basically have to turn around and leave. So much for Spur Of The Moment, lol. We are going to try again tomorrow..Oddly enough (on a Sunday here in Right-Wing-Land), there is a much later bus going out. So, on the morrow.