The flowers bloom where you haved placed them/And the lady smiles, just like mom

by Amy Turn Sharp






What We Want by Linda Pastan
What we want
is never simple.
We move among the things
we thought we wanted:
a face, a room, an open book
and these things bear our names--
now they want us.
But what we want appears
in dreams, wearing disguises.
We fall past,
holding out our arms
and in the morning
our arms ache.
We don't remember the dream,
but the dream remembers us.
It is there all day
as an animal is there
under the table,
as the stars are there
even in full sun.

I was daydreaming of 1990 today. Well, really I was just thinking about lyrics from a song I used to love and that led me to the early 90's. I was thinking about how long ago that was. I was wishing for a moment that I could go back in time on this light filled day that smells like Magnolia. I would be driving down Rt. 33 with Hannah with the windows down in that old red car and we would be singing songs like this and we would be smoking cigs and we would be drinking Arizona Iced tea and would have no idea of what the future held. We would be so free that it was almost dangerous. Yeah, these are quick moments that run through my head sometimes. At the park I could barely contain myself to get back to the house to search youtube for my song.