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Night Waltz
by Angela CottermanI walked Boston's Southeast Corridor one
day, and thought of the far Kentucky hills
and of the evening we spent dancing
under the spell of the fields. Your banjo
abandoned to the ground, your arms around
my neck, the only music, our faint hearts
against our louder breaths. The last of day
fell quick away, and we were left to Night.
And all the stars, I want to write, joined us
in our waltz, but they, as loyal sentries,
wouldn't leave their gates, so that all I had
to wish upon was all within your gaze.
Though when I looked too deeply in, I knew
the stars were wise, we'd never dance again. 05/14/2010 Posted on 05/14/2010
Copyright © 2024 Angela Cotterman
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 05/14/10 at 12:52 PM A very nice write lady. Keep it up. You've painted a nice picture. |
| Posted by Carolyn Coville on 07/07/12 at 01:13 AM I really like the changes in this - the change in scenery from Boston to Kentucky and the change in emotion from a fond memory to a sad realization. Nicely done. |
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