Beneath the Rubble

Mindful Stone

The sun hitting my face
felt like Spring nearby
Driving to the spa
memories I thought long forgotten
gurgled up
Good memories
My utter devotion to Rod McKuen in the 60s
A line from Cyrano that I'd coveted
Were they hiding beneath the rubble?
Have I cleared enough rubble to see
not all was tragic?
Perhaps my mind clung to what I perceived
as great beauty
to balance what had been the rest of my life.