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December – All Good Things Must End

I was wearing my denim jacket. The one that was prayed over at Lourdes. Might have had a toothpick in my teeth. Cuban heels. Sunglasses. Asleep on my head. Leaning against my motorcycle. I might have been wearing a grin. December stood there. Elegant. Like a tall thin wine glass. Hair long, flowing over her shoulders. A long printed dress that reached down to her ankles. She looked a maiden from the 15th century. Except for the cigarette. In her smile. I had 2 helmets. ‘Would you like to go for a ride?’

I had fallen in love. With Virginia Cherrill. In City Lights. The Chaplin film where the tramp falls in love with a blind flower girl. Who mistakes him for a rich duke. And now I could see that December was blind. To who I really was. A lonely displaced poet…