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[dreamling]

Song memory, "World before columbus"

long happy drives,
to chicago, milwauke, or out cruising in the countryside.

Coming around the corner of Angel Park, which has
midget races on sunday nights in summer,
red trans am, boyfriend only, years before fiancee, before husband.

Suzanne Vega on repeat in the cd player
Nine Objects of Desire.

Felt so much younger then,
by no means am I old and gray,
felt more invincible, less worried,
excited just to be out,
didn't have to be going anywhere.
Happy to be.

Want to recapture that feeling of freedom.
I'm happy now, but oh so busy, perhaps I am fettered.

The song somehow reminds me of summer afternoons, T-tops off,
smell of summer air, company of my beloved, and the memory
of a college girl, still supported by her parents, food/housing/entertainment, mostly subsidized by others. Free.