There was a girl I’d met two months before.
We kept on going to the same events,
and conversations grew, at times intense,
about pollution, native rights, and law.

On one reunion night, I played guitar
and sang the calls instructing all to dance.
I had not practiced well by some mischance
so played a tape: We danced a Texas Star.

And after living forty years,
she's lost to death, she disappears.


		29 October 2023