The Matriculation of 2006

*

Looking

for direction,

should I tell 

the story 

of my old life

how I shed

like a sycamore

one midsummer night,

how just moments 

before our second date

you told me

you crashed your Mustang 

and wouldn't be able to see me

anymore, no more.

*

In a basement 2005,

Dave sat behind his drum set,

I grabbed my guitar

and didn't put it down

until the fall 2006. 

So, I write this letter

to thank your Mustang 

for veering off the path

for I never

would have found 

my true 

love 

in the warm 

March forward of spring.