Old Cobblestone
Streets
on old cobblestone
streets we strolled in the shadows mariachis played
songs of the
heart it was a journey to
mexico so many years ago
you sped away in the first motor car i missed the chance
to go with you
suddenly i was alone in a foreign country i did not speak the
language
later we met for dinner danced until
midnight we were young
our lives stretched before us or so we
thought we had no idea
it would all end so soon at the mortuary sometimes there are
no clues
no warnings about the road ahead ...what dangers
maybe waiting
it was
morning early fall my favorite time of year
the phone rang i
answered the party on the other end of the line
spoke in a language i could not understand confused i hung up the phone
it rang again then
i recognized your voice you said darling... he is dead
the words so
final no more questions asked what was the point
you told me the
ending what difference did the story make
the who what when or where i am not a
magician yet things
...and people have often disappeared not to reappear alone now in the shadows
i have told you the ending mariachis still sing from the heart romance is in the air
August 17,
2015
3 comments:
Oh those calls, after which nothing is ever the same....so poignant the mariachis that still sing in your heart.
"sometimes there are no clues no warnings about the road ahead"
I'd say that's true most of the time. We never know what's going to happen from moment to moment. Life changes, for good or ill, in an instant.
Despite the despairing quality of this poem, it ends on a note of hope with those mariachis still singing from the heart. May they never be silenced!
Yes... I can feel it in the air.
ZQ
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