Wednesday, August 03, 2005

lu, lu, lu

Happy Birthday, Lauren!

Cantor, singer, pianist, blue-eyed girl who would stand up to high school teachers; who would dance across a stage; who would stay for years in a torn-apart city while bombs fell all around her; who would live to teach children their ancient language, to help them become men and women; who would live to study; who would live to leave this town; who would live.

Woman who lives alone, who takes the train, who is not afraid, I would like to borrow some of your courage. I have spent half of my life on your porch swing, laughing, talking of love, and would like to spend the rest there, too. One of these days you will call me at two am to tell me you are happy, that’s all. You are happy. I wait for that call. I know it is coming.

your Tuesday and Thursday