Friday, November 12, 2010

TGIF

November, 1967

by Joyce Sutphen



Dr. Zhivago was playing at the Paramount
Theater in St. Cloud. That afternoon,
we went into Russia,

and when we came out, the snow
was falling—the same snow
that fell in Moscow.

The sky had turned black velvet.
We'd been through the Revolution
and the frozen winters.

In the Chevy, we waited for the heater
to melt ice on the windshield,
clapping our hands to keep warm.

On the highway, these two things:
a song from Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band
and that semi-truck careening by.

Now I travel through the dark without you
and sometimes I turn up the radio, hopeful
the way you were, no matter what.

4 comments:

  1. Love it! The coincidence is fun. The Pacific NW is being told to expect a colder and wetter than usual winter, so we may be sharing some of the cold this year. But to see snow in Moscow...ah, what a dream.

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  2. Lonely and sad....so sad....have a happy weekend....amiles.

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Hey, thanks for your thoughts and your time:>)