The second biggest day of my life
was crossing the stadium field
ankle deep in lake effect snow drifts
with my skip protected discman
belting Caroline Lavelle
like it was the last lullaby I would ever hear and
every snowflake fell
with the kind of certainty
that gives gamblers something close
to a breath of freshened air.
Christmas dinner at a fraternity
I could call my own and
call family. It would not all play out
the way I would have loved,
but did it play then.
She plays so well today.
The want of the thought of the thing
and all of the potential
that buoyed every step
across a field I never thought I'd know.
