Perhaps too personal.
DECEMBER 25, 2011
David McEnery said he wrote the song Amelia Earhart's Last Flight
on July 2, 1937, the day she disappeared.
The last bearable Christmas,
we ate beautiful food
on very old plates
with friends.
They saved us from home,
and ourselves.
Other people
could still do that
then.
We made conversation,
both of us.
Not just me,
talking in the way
I came to talk,
covering your confusion,
and eventually,
your silence.
You and I
ate three or four
or five desserts,
sharing a plate,
to taste it all.
The table cleared,
we moved
to the music room,
with a sousaphone lamp
and years and years
of marriage.
The men opened
guitar cases,
tuning,
then playing,
as if nothing
would ever change.
You sang
Amelia Earhart’s Last Flight,
already a Ghost
of Christmas Past.
DECEMBER 25, 2011
David McEnery said he wrote the song Amelia Earhart's Last Flight
on July 2, 1937, the day she disappeared.
The last bearable Christmas,
we ate beautiful food
on very old plates
with friends.
They saved us from home,
and ourselves.
Other people
could still do that
then.
We made conversation,
both of us.
Not just me,
talking in the way
I came to talk,
covering your confusion,
and eventually,
your silence.
You and I
ate three or four
or five desserts,
sharing a plate,
to taste it all.
The table cleared,
we moved
to the music room,
with a sousaphone lamp
and years and years
of marriage.
The men opened
guitar cases,
tuning,
then playing,
as if nothing
would ever change.
You sang
Amelia Earhart’s Last Flight,
already a Ghost
of Christmas Past.