Today you were
Bathed in sunlight
At the ice cream parlor
With the jukebox
And the vintage bicycle in the window
And the Motown record singles under glass
Next to old postcards
And newspaper clippings.
I watched a younger version of me
Eating pineapple gelato

And putting coins in the jukebox.
I sat across from you

Thinking of all the times I sat at this table
Or on
The dark blue

1950s stools
By the lit up window.
I watched the way your eyes
Took in everything around you
And how the jukebox turned over
Another song
And how you danced
Without moving at all.
J. Hamilton



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