KAREN GUZZARDI-JAMES
SATURDAY SUN
The sun shines bright
Through the webbed basement sill
I faintly feel the chill
As the breeze blows cold and still
Pondering where I am in life
And events that brought me here
People that I’ve known
Places I called home
Where are all those people now
As I sit here all alone
The phone….
Argus-eyed stares
When I wander to and fro
But those stares always ware
And they always watch me go
Go and drive my favorite place
Or go my mind to where I hide
Either way I seem to find
A sane and conscious mind
THE FALL OF JUNE
The strings of my heart
once they played in tune
Like the spring before the summer
Twenty years the fall of June
Another time
Another place
I still can see his boyish face
He loved me
Just a girl
Pure and chaste
Still liked to twirl
We pledged our love
That fall of June
Strings
Last time
they played in tune
I wonder where he is today
I saw his son
And ran away
Twenty years now past
The cold still lasts
Grey hairs always come to fast
Strings
my heart
He plays in tune
Like the spring before the summer
Here, again
The fall of June