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.
