A Secret

Maybe sometime
on a nice warm green grass day...
when a summer shower
    is pouring down,
we’ll meet again and we’ll smile...
and we’ll remember an old secret...
and we’ll smile,
soaked to the skin
    in our summer clothes
    out in the middle of nowhere...
and I will exhaust myself
    staring at you...
and we’ll laugh...
and we’ll remember
    an old secret.

1979,09,05
for Cathy Mac