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July 18, 2019

Lancaster Nights

By: Angela Prendergast

Have I told you?

Those Lancaster nights changed me.

The boy in the red mustang —

You knew I grew to hate that car —

Proved more interesting

than stories

of running through cemeteries

to escape trouble

 

A well-behaved, class act

disguised under flat brim hats and endless “swagger”

A sweet smile;

a flood light in the rain

More thrilling than nights spent in deafening, crowded corners of the dullest, dingy downtown bars.

 

You, by far, were my biggest jump to safety–

Colliding with expectations and dreams

Becoming reality

Thank you for remaining steady in my most uncertain moments.

 

-Your Angel.