Before dawn, the view
is the exact shade of old black and white movies.
Any second, a couple may walk down this street—
He’ll be tall and dark haired, in a suit and a fedora.
She’s in careful curls, wearing a dress with shoulder pads,
cinched waist and wide belt above a skirt you
know would swirl if she circled quickly enough
around and around like the seasons we pass through–
till we are all pulled into the story:
It’s winter in Bedford Falls
and no matter how we forget (over and over) again
as she twirls and seasons rush by–
this life is full of wonders.
Puff Of Smoke Poems 