Wente Concert Summer 2009

Palm trees wave at dusk
Blue backdrop to the stage
Backdrop to my memory
Of hits from the 70s

Graying heads bob
In rhythm to the music
Songs behind our minds
From a former time

A single lighter flame
Waves back and forth
Keeping time with
Familiar melodies

Others follow the lead
Of a digital flame
A sea of mechanical fire
Erupts in unison

Cheese on our knees
Share a Cabernet
Stars in the sky
Planes fly to SFO

The crowd is relaxed
So easy and free
Nothing less than
A three-song curtain call

Claps and whistles abound
An old man wearing a hat
Dances with a slender blond
The night’s still young

–Victoria Emmons, 2014

Cross Country

 

Race to find
Lost champions
Displaced colleagues
Beloved coaches

Forlorn friends
From an era gone by
Ring the sound
Of glory for the team

Ring the sound
Of glory to learn
The prize is not
The ring at all

The prize is you, my friend
The friend who loves you
Who cheers the champion
And finds the colleagues

Mourns the era gone by
Melts away 50 years
Holds the class as one
Even across country

–Victoria Emmons, 2014

(Inspired by the Robert E. Lee High School Class of 1968 whose track team won the State Cross Country Championship, never got the recognition it deserved until 2014 when a reunion was organized by fellow classmates and a champion ring was given to each member of the team.)

Talking with Flies

He followed me home tonight
After dinner at the club
I wasn’t sure he’d show up
At dinner, I mean

The table was set for two
And the waiter asked
“Expecting someone, Ma’am?”
To which I replied my usual

I am only one, you see
Just me and my iPad
To talk to one another
Over duck and Chardonnay

The second set of forks
Whisked from the table
Along with a black napkin
So as not to confound

I know I am one and not two
Know that the distance between
Me and you is vast and cold
That you are really gone

Yet you arrive with the salad
Of tomatoes and mozzarella
Your sound alerts me long
Before I see you fly by

So free and easy you are
No pain or wretched love
Just swirling and gliding
Over my plate to say hi