my girl

till this day,
you could,
if pressed, sing
nearly every song
the temptations
ever had a hit with.
you could
swing your
hips around
and clap to
that gospel beat,
snapping
your fingers,
tapping
your hard shoes
against a wet
and deserted street.
things were
different then
on the corner
with your
slicked back
hair
and crooner
friends, singing
under the lamp
posts in
the summer heat.