Georgia - IDA

On slow days

Thoughts free to wander

Over to West Hurley

And down past Ashokan

The reservoir

And Georgia waving from the back of a car

She holds your hand

She holds it so tightly

She digs in her fingernails

And later that night, she whispers a name

She says it aloud for the last time

Cutting that milkweed

Bending down low in her navy blue dress

I’ll never know which one I resemble the best

Oh, Georgia, you have been missed

The light from the moon

It falls on the Hudson

And your mind is back in 1907

The reservoir

And Georgia waving from the back of a car