Is enough
Two too many
To find a date
To wait and wait
For him to state
His intentions
One lonely ticket
Two far gone
To hear a sound
Of my past life
With my old man
His favorite song
One is okay
Not two or three
Or even four
Just one
One lonely life
To hear the score
Of violins and
Saxophone dreams
A piano note or two
Blend the cacophony
Of life together
With a single tune
–Victoria Emmons, © 2013
The doorbell never rings
As expected this Monday night
The steak is never grilled
Nor the wine poured
Baked potatoes are hot
Ready to devour with butter
And peas with lemon juice
Without the special guest
Anticipation nonetheless
Expectation and longing
Planning for days and
Preparation complete
Dress is selected
Pressed at the seams
Lipstick in place
Bouquet in a vase
The wait is endless
Count seconds on the clock
A Monday night promise
Tuesday morning tears
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
–Victoria Emmons, 2014
La Vue de rue Sleidan 