Do you remember me
Girl at the LIFT
retreat at Camp au Sable
in 1990?
I hardly knew you but I remember
The hayride we took in the February chill
Our breath painting the air
in the glare of the tractor lights
and the counselor's searching beams
You were leaning against me
Your jaw-length red hair warming my chin.
I had met you just the previous day
But liked the way you smelled,
And the freckles on your nose,
And your smile drove away the cold.
A few weeks later --
At the Pathfinder fair --
I avoided you, turning when I
Caught sight of you from afar
Already having forgotten your name.
But do you remember mine?
Well, happy Valentines Day.
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