(For Andrew)
We watched her sway
in the drizzling rain
to Willie.
Because it seemed
he’d
“written the song just for her.”
She was drunken
stoned and crazy.
The front headlights
captured her dancing
in an almost tragic way,
like a scene
out of a
David Lynch movie.
It was too late to
be so loud.
But it was college.
and we lived in
a college town.
I wondered quietly
how long would
these organically magical moments
continue to happen with us.
~Edward Austin Robertson~
Nuclear Polio Vaccination 
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