Date: Sat, 27 Jul 2002 14:42:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: Steven Rhodes
Subject: Re: A Poem for a Moment - "THAT SUMMER"
To: gspencer


Hello Spencer,

I have been touched today. I wasn't expecting it. It just came. So I thought I'd put it to good use. Here it is in it's first email debut. I will write it out in pen and ink for him, as well. Would you please give it to him, for me. . . A poem I wish to dedicate to My Junior. Our Junior. . .

"That Summer Day"

- by Steven Rhodes

So bright the sky, that summer day,

the city toiled, I looked away,

I sketched on napkins, sunned my face,

Sipped my coffee, joined the race.

A friend arrived, back from a trip,

We opened presents, sip by sip,

He spoke of Shakespeare, then the Queen,

nibbling sandwiches, in between.

I felt a rustling in the air,

I turned around, and you were there.


Stories, aires and lands afar,

Of nights and tales of Zanzibar,

Another Knight, so brave, so true,

a dream, a sip, a glance at you!

I turned around, so not to stare,

As heaven landed on that chair.

Feigning interest, thoughs flew high,

I lost my mind, and caught your eye,


The sun beat down, another sip,

My friend still talking of his trip;

Of what he spoke, I know but this,

My eyes on you, I blew you a kiss,

I forged a plan, to pass your way,

While you held court, that Summer Day,

My legs brushed nimbly past your chair,

Our eyes then locked, a bridge on air,

And at that hour, as time stood still,

Eros landed on our hill!

We travelled distances, unknown,

The trips we'd made, the flights we'd flown,

All came rushing back, to chance,

In that one brief, fleeting glance.

It took an hour to pass your chair,

And as I did, I walked on air.

From that moment on I knew,

there'd never be another you,

Oe'r all the world I long to stay,

To dream, to sip, that Summer Day.