Milk Crate

she lingers on my mind so beautiful in her strange way and oh so tragic we never had but a moment under a wonderful sun but what a moment it had been so full of promise and heartfelt light so full of the emblems of brighter futures so filled with the dance of hearts discovering sweet loves it happened the way it should happen it happened the way a 52nd street accidental preview should and then it was gone she just rose up and rode away waving her fare thee well like some strange dream never been able to place where it all went bad or to place exactly why it all happened that way other than to say it was meant to be that she was just quick summer dreams and she will always be fond to me as i am to her sitting on a milk crate in the pouring rain outside a closed supermarket at the midnight hour just where i would picture her twenty years on just where she would be night like this in the beautiful light a beautiful sight in the midnight