I was younger back then
than my youngest is now.
(Impossibly young, it would seem.)
There I first did encounter
the fig newton girl
so lovely, languid and lean.

I fancied myself a writer of tales
back when I was fresh from my teens.
Blank pages taunted me
right to my face..
They haunted the sides of my dreams.

I remember fig newton girl
reading her poems.
(Bee stung lips
and bare minimum clothes.)
She had our attention -
so sweet was her sound.
while I fought my
struggles with prose.

" Close your eyes
You could be anywhere.
Even next to one
whose eyes are also closed."

Those were her last lines
and they've stayed in my mind.
(Impossible though it may seem.)
When I close my eyes
she is next to me yet-
the fig Newton girl of my dreams.