Drawing by Susan C. Price
Seventeen
By Eric Meub
Seventeen
By Eric Meub
“When I was seventeen” is how it goes,
Sinatra’s song that everybody knows,
Each decade orbiting some sweet affair
Of village greens or limousines or perfumed hair.
My hair, alas, is slowly turning white—
Ol’ Blue Eyes would have suffered quite a fright—
But I was young once, in a different scene:
My storyline, my vintage wine at seventeen.
Each year, I open up the Chippendale,
Unfold the tissue petals round that veil,
And scan the mirror in the hall once more:
I’ve no false starts, no broken hearts to answer for.
Are years so “very good” without variety?
My man is waiting in the kitchen, just for me.
| Copyright © 2020 by Susan C. Price & Eric Meub Eric Meub, architect, lives and practices in Pasadena, the adopted brother of the artist, Susan C. Price. They respect, in their different ways, the line. |
Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteHow did I take this long to peruse this little gem? How evocative. It's easy to be maudlin about getting older, harder to see the blessings one has. Personally I find "variety" to be highly over-rated concerning relationships. Some folks are happy with a series of them; I prefer that deeper connection that lasts a lifetime. Well done both of you!
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