SOMEWHERE IN THE WIND
Photo Marek Piwnicki on Unsplash
Do you see her in the furtive reflection of a revolving door,
Or in the vanishing silhouette of a stranger with the very same hip wiggle,
The very same confident bounce in her step?
Or maybe you see her whizzing past you in a red convertible on the other side of the road,
There and gone, wheeee,
Her hair slicked back and Wayfarers on,
Just like in the famous song you used to sing along to.
And you smile as you remember how you’d promised each other that, one day,
You would drive down California’s Highway 1 together
In a red convertible,
Playing that entire album.
And a tear pools in your right eye,
As you ask Siri to play Don Henley’s Boys of Summer,
And the tear expands and overflows,
Before going to find her somewhere in the wind.
My poetry book, Illicit Croissants at Dawn, will be available in April.