Thursday, May 24, 2012
Sure, man, let’s go, can your sister come too?
She can. One arm around her, I sit in
the drive-in theater in my birthplace,
watching Jimmy Stewart’s Kim Novak creation
embody beauty’s mystery
just the way he wants it, in Hitchcock’s name.
The immaculate tall blonde from Stockton,
California, I met in the house on a hill
in Oklahoma, will grow into a woman,
then mother, still answering to the name
of Carol, but now she's a silver-haired doyenne
of Beacon Hill, San Francisco.
When the movie ends we must decide to stay home
or drive all the way west to start over.
(II: 17, 25 May 2012)