Skating Goddess Ann
Dear [Ann],
You know, speaking of DJing and music, when I became aware of you again, and thought we might talk soon, I found myself listening to some of the oldies from your 1973-1974 school year, songs like Half Breed by Cher, Come And Get Your Love by Redbone, and Mockingbird by James Taylor and Carly Simon. I have hundreds of songs from that time. Were you into popular music back then? Perhaps one day we could spend an afternoon listening to those old tunes. I have them all on my laptop.
Also, your memory brought Tommy Roe to mind and a bubblegum song he did in 1970 called Jam Up, Jelly Tight. Perhaps they were playing it at the gym on that skating evening we talked about. I don’t know what made me think of it.
Now, let me try my hand at a little poetry just for you…
Can you still skate, [Ann]?
Can you still dance?
Can you still serve food with the grace of an angel?
An angel with a pony tail at that?
What would you have said that night,
If I was five years more,
Or you were five years less?
How different would our lives have been,
If our ages were both the same?
Would we have had pizza at Mother’s?
Would we have walked to Oakland,
And picnicked at Panther Hollow?
Would we have played cards into the wee hours on the weekends?
Would we have ridden the bus, you at my side?
Would you have let me play with your pony tail?
Would we have lost touch for these thirty long years?
I don’t know. I can’t say.
But it’s fun to imagine those what-ifs.
I’m just so thrilled that thirty years
Has brought us near each other again.
Where our ages matter not.
I want us to at least be friends,
Some have said I’m a confirmed bachelor.
And they’re probably right that I am.
I’ve often thought that there’s no one for me.
So spend much time alone with my hand. (writing hand. What did you think I meant? 
)
But now as then,
I wonder about you,
And what knowing you could mean.
Perhaps nothing.
Perhaps everything.
Perhaps something in between.
I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.
But what would you say,
If we skated today,
And Kennedy told you of me?
…
Anyway, I could go on but don’t want to babble. You get the idea though. Oh, you need not answer those questions. My creative energy these days is like a horse, eager to leave the starting gate. Sometimes it escapes me when I wish it wouldn’t. Perhaps this is one of those times. But when it’s done with its run, I just can’t throw away what gets written. So don’t be frightened. I’m just having fun, and won’t ask you to marry me next week. You’re simply a lovely lady whom I wish to know better. No more, no less, just fun. This is just one of those school boy love letters. *grin*
But it’s getting late so I’d best get to bed. Have a wonderful day, later today, and write me again when you can.
