Memories of Poetry Night

To see my Angel
And what else a night may hold
But all Poetry Night
Except my angel
Whitney and Kate,
Emmie, Lizzie and Chris
And Berry—
All joined in Athens
With Laura and Chris
But no angel—

And dinner in
The town of the Torrid Plains
Surrounded by remnants
Of a past I've left behind,
Those who never left

Can one be so happy
And haunted
In the same night,
Same moment

Hours on the road
Only to be together
So bizarre
So long gone
Left only with
Dreams
And memories of Poetry Night