I once was sweet, on a Saturday in May, 1974, but not
too many times since then.
Naïve disappeared along with my favorite pink cable sweater
and the cousin who came to dinner.
Thoughtful I can muster, but it is more like
worry and does not count for much.
Dramatic still serves me well, when I tell a story or
light up the room with a laugh that echoes
over every sweet, naïve, thoughtful thing I've ever
said and pins them to the wall like postcards
of the places I once was
and would like to go to
Created: Jun 11, 2012jotaylor776 Document Media