A Memory

 

                         I remember

                         lonely nights on damp streets

                         shadowy figures

                         hurried to vague appointments

                         assignations discreetly kept

                         our footsteps crushed  the autumn leaves

                         she turned to me

                         why don't you love me

                         as I love you?

 

                         We walked arm in arm

                         incense filled the air

                         along the streets with yellow shops

                         where ceramic horses prance

                         amid crystal goblets

                         and the tinkle of stem glassware

 

 

 

                                                      Jack Mashman

                                                      Rev. 1995