Cat Stevens and Sweet Baby James and Beatles
and Crosby, Stills, and Nash
sing love songs and break-up songs from so long ago sung
to fresh brave and newly chapped faces
later played at a constant beat
on tape decks and radios
in breezy cars that drove by houses on hot summer nights
while we rode shotgun in best friends' cars
to drag out the dousing with tears the smiles
of first love
of the rain and the fire
that came later as you set off on your own
to the world so wild that you met with a smile
songs played again as classic songs to girls forever sixteen
why couldn't you have gone there just in your mind?
as the song says
why was the golden-haired green-eyed one so beckoning to you?
why why why?
we asked ourselves then
we could work it out
we thought then
how does a singer have the power
to reduce a woman to a mewling girl?
they're just songs
they were our life forces
we sang them at the tops
of our lungs with speakers
blasting during the constant
circling of the streets rushing
our hearts with hope
for new love when actually we
thought love couldn't be reformed
after the mysteries of a new world
had been revealed to your young eyes
as the malevolence of heartbreak spewed out yet again
onto a world of girls
diminishing us as females
I was wrong
I love this house and these two cats and
the one who lights the fire
it's warmer here
than in those chilled parked cars
but my pizza has gone cold yet the ice
has melted in my coke
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