Elvis Is Dead
Just girls of summer
that hot day
under the 100 year oak
our picnic was devine.
The sweet lemonade of childhood
our lives were perfect.
You brought your new
transistor radio with
those huge size C batteries.
“Elvis is dead.” lofting above our heads.
into the oak leaves
tossed in the breeze
ruined our innocent world.
You ran away crying
forgetting your transistor
with its disgustingly large batteries
i spilled my shitty made-from-a-chemical-mix
lemonade.
Leaving me to gather the remnants
of our day
this wedded us for life
shaping our dysfunction.
For better or worse
we we were no longer
just girls of summer.
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Great picture of a life-changing moment.
I like how you handle that change, the transistor radio goes to having ugly batteries, and the sweet lemonade to shitty. Life impinging on our happiness.
The balance and shift here is very effecting!
i love the way the batteries and lemonade twist it this way and that
A great capture of one of those days so many of us remember exactly where we were when we heard the news
Great rendering of a moment in time that shifts everything- the radio, the drink, the friendship, the world,
Powerful moment in time poem! I love the details you brought out that capture it in your mind, and now, in mine!