Sound of July crickets blends with
Trumpet, echo chamber,
Electric guitar, soft cymbals, clarinets,
harmony of the Fortunes singing
“Now just like you I sit and wonder why
You’ve got your troubles, I’ve got mine.
And it don’t seem so long ago….
That we were walking and we were talking
The way that lovers do…”
Parked in your father’s enormous Cadillac
In the moonlight
By the children’s playground on Nields Street.
Why did we love that song?
Today I notice that
My ghost smells like Shalimar,
honey and cinnamon, with a hint of gardenia,
a shade of wisteria,
disturbing the cold March air,
knife of aroma
where the spring peepers croak.