Ellyn Maybe

A Summer Birthday Poem
 
The summer I turned 20, I was dancing in the topography of museums and bakeries, subways and symphonies.
The Actors Studio, Village Voice and 92nd ST Y were locales of mine.
I had left school and the Valley after a semester seeking epiphany.  
I found humidity and lucidity.  I was given a typewriter I still have.

The summer I turned 40, I was swaying in the breeze of 14th century cafes.
Praha was full to the brim with tourists, I was studying film at FAMU International.
Czech New Wave, Old Town Square, Charles Bridge, Astronomical Clock.
Living breathing bouquet of maps, scattering petals as history and memory collide.  

Who knows where I will be when I turn 60.

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