The Best Of Times

The click and then

The scratch of the

Needle in grooves,

Song after song,

All of us together,

Dark basements

Strung with old

Christmas lights,

Laughing and

Dancing, singing

Every word, bell

Bottom jeans and

Tie dyed shirts,

Long hair flying

In the wind, fast

Cars, midnight

Swims, firepits

And warm beer,

The songs still

Play and I think

Of you, my

Friends, and those,

The best of times.

By Gail Constable

From: Canada

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