Like Stars and Dreams
Alone, I could see the lights
strung on top of Mercy Hospital
from anywhere
in the northside of Davenport
the reds and blues and greens
and I believed there was magic.
I was a senior in high school
out for a drive
in my mom’s Mustang at night
and A Kind of Hush
played on the radio.
A Kind of Hush
played on the radio
a hit for the season
a song about love.
I dated someone one year ago
and knew the touch of a kiss
but didn’t know love—
I could only imagine.
I passed the house
where Marcia, a classmate, lived.
Her dark blue Vega was parked in the driveway,
and I thought it was so cool.
I’d seen her in the hallway
by the cafeteria at school
many times, but I never found a way
to talk to her.
I looked to the skies
and could still see those lights
as I found my way.
When the song ended
I turned off the radio
but the song resonated
as the tires sung.
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