With apologies to Miss Dickinson

Because I could not stop for Kristi
She kindly stopped for me.
The Civic held but just ourselves
And Donna, her sweet pea.

We slowly drove, with no great haste
And I had put away
My knitting and my Facebook too
For her civility.

Northampton City Hall

We passed Noho, where ladies drove
On streets, in comfy shoes.
We passed the fields of Amherst next
A parking spot we choos'd.

Emily Dickinson Museum

We paused before a house that seemed
 Our destination, sure.
In gold and green the clapboards were
We signed up for a tour.

Emily Dickinson

She lived a century ago, and yet
Her work endures this day
All too soon they drove me back
To the hotel where I doth stay.

Thanks for a wonderful afternoon, K. & D.!

Miss you two already!