207th Street and the Sound of Crickets

It was usually a Sunday

Sometimes a Saturday

I would ride the A-train

All the way up North

To the very last stop

 

I don’t recall reading much

On those trips

Quite often I would listen

To my Walkman

Years later my Discman

Until finally my iPod

 

Usually, I would make a day of it

I would leave early in the morning

Stay for lunch and depart just before dinner

But there were times

That I came for dinner instead

 

For some reason

I had fond memories

Of your tuna fish salad

It really was perfect

Better than Dad’s

Better than my own

I remember you bringing me some

When I was at school

You’d make a big tub of it

Packed tightly in

Recycled rainbow sherbet plastic containers

- Delicious!

 

I regret a few things though

Even though I probably visited you the most

I regret not seeing you even more

I cherished the naps we took together

Hours long, and that would be my visit

 

I regret not kissing you on your lips

I know our whole family does it

As a loving “Hello” or “Goodbye” greeting

But for some reason I never got used to it

Even Jordan kisses me on my lips

And I feel weird

Like that kiss is only for

My partners whom I have

An intimate relationship with

But as I reflect,

I wish I had kissed you on the lips

 

I certainly very much

Enjoyed holding your hands

Anytime, anywhere

And how our thumbs danced

I now have passed that

On to Sophie and Jordan

- Tight Squeeze -

 

I regret not meeting the

Love of my life

Before you both died

I know it’s something

You both wanted for me very much

But you know I try

It’s just almost impossible

For a woman to capture my heart

 

The lessons of love

You shared with me are invaluable

You were the Prince and Princess Bride

You were Hawkeye and Cora

You were Rome and Juliet

You were Oma and Opa

 

The other day,

I was standing on an

Outside subway platform

It was an unexpected cooler day

Among what has been a

Hot sticky summer

It was early evening

And I was headed to

Manhattan to have dinner

With Christine, whom you both met (and liked – loved)

The crickets were out

Chirping and singing their songs

They reminded of you

Two

 

© 2011 David Greg Harth

11.08.17.22:33:00@QTrainAtlanticAveBklynNYC

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