Before she had Los Angeles, or even the thought
Of places beyond the next town
There was still the urgency of words and summer nights where
Every moment so many things seemed on the verge of
Happening.
There were drives down Belt Line to feel the rush of travel without distance.
Sometimes I think that girl
Who understood the magic of language and not the weight of adult concerns
Already knew, without knowing, who she was going to be.
Loving Lucy 