David McLansky

Freshman - 896 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

After All These Years - Poem by David McLansky

Who should walk into
The Sugar Bowl Luncheonette
But Emily
Nervous and hostile;
She said, 'Let's talk.'
Her fingers shook
As she smoked
Her cigarette
And still she wore
The three ruby
Gold ring
I bought her
(Shamelessly I wondered
If she'd give it back)
Available,
And nervous about it;
Emily,
Who could always say
The most offensive
Things to me
In the tenderest way;
I laughed,
It burst right out of me;
I reminded her how
She had left me standing
On First Avenue;
She laughed
And accused me
Of not kissing her good-bye;
Oh Emily,
I see you haven't changed;
But I have.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 3, 2014

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 3, 2014


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