k.m. ( another tale of awkward starts)

[saw]

there was nothing
holding me back
unless you count fear
no muscled goon with his meat-hook across my lips

no force field to penetrate
no ivied sky-scraping wall to climb
no raging river to ford
yet my tongue seemed sluggish

so I nodded
when she asked are you going down the hill
to hear the Mighty Senators band ?
playing in the dell in the park below us

one month later i wrote her a song
the title was her name