by The Cowl Editor on April 19, 2018
Poetry
by Kiley McMahon ’20
As I flip the pages of the torn up scrapbook,
I remembered the moment like it was just yesterday.
my mind boggles as I envision him and I,
I looked into his eyes lovingly and cautiously.
modest, humble, and conservative attire of gowns and suits,
The silk and leather which flowed from our shoulders to our toes,
in a perfectly attuned manner.
dancing flawlessly to the beat of the music,
Our bodies meshed instantly to the generational tune of the Beatles,
as the heavy metal music alarms our minds and meticulously floods our hearing,
as its tune rang in and out of our gill-shaped eardrums.