Curly hair bouquet
Smiling behind large glasses
You're in the tenth grade
She strums Joni style
Dark Scorpio ruled by Mars
Feeling all the words
Winter afternoon
Ouija board candles séance
She is Queen of Wands
You are fifteen, you
don't know anyone who's dead
Except for Woody
You own the night streets
Cool, inhaling Marlboros
the Two of Wands rule
Flower power folk music
Washington Square afternoons
Positively fourth
Graduation day
You leave for college alone
You forget to write
Thirty years later
You meet again on Facebook
Two mothers of sons
Today's her birthday
You click on her timeline page
And read the farewells
You light a candle
Look for her in the night sky
the Five of Cups drawn
