GENERATIONS Copyright (C) 1997 by Not Nice Music
II. A COLLECTION OF OBSCURITY by Edwin M. Drogin

18. To A Girl Who Came

Hurt can be a touch which was not a caress.
A soft remark spiralled round a dress.

And the dancing away
In a winter play,

When spring cried out to be kissed.

Hurt is a mood in a pleasure place
With a sly half-smile on a young blank face.

And the stairway beckons to the cool night air
For hurt is too soft to be everywhere.

Will you stand there and pose?
I will throw you a rose.

For the spring is too fleeting to miss.

And the music will scratch as emptiness pounds
And squeaks on the floor with ominous sounds.

While the couches contain
The absence of brain.

And the darkness is here
...For seeing is fear.

Only Autumn can be a regret.

Will you dance to be held, or to float
Over perilous floors on a clarinet note?

Your mind will not sense any hurt
Without wisdom to tug at your skirt.

Autumn will stab you yet.