You think one day “What happened to
that band we listened to in high school?”
Instantly a song breaches the surface,
not music but memory, out-of-focus.
God that was years ago. When it played
at the fall dance, some squealing,
some groaning, some with a wry look.
Each of us knew it in our own way.
It turns out nothing happened to them.
It happened that weekend in LA
you drove to see them, there before
the thousands, strutting between the lights.
They lived it, and you saw, and until
now had forgotten, and that was all.
R Charboneau
