movement still

A story about a guy who knew a girl when he was younger, only to lose contact until some later point in life when they met up again.

I used to take pride in my being alone

Hashem natan

Hashem lakach

yihe shem Hashem mivorach

there’s a song I used to sing at midnight about a girl in a moonlit plain

went something along the lines of she dances in cold light she dances so free she dances so quiet and she dances for me

and sweet Melinda would carry the melody for me that pleasant goddess of gloom

as I would walk down K Street in the foggy afternoon

I’d hear crickets chirping singing crashing into one another

and I would laugh at the unbadgered possibility

whooshing through the air                                    we were young unfettered the world splayed in shades of magenta and grey before us

highly educated highly literate highly providential

I loved a girl then I’ve found the same girl around me now