He came to her dirty shoelaces and unraveling binder and book hinges.
She wore a side pony tail with loose curls, fly-a ways and a lifeless and tilting black ribbon with seared edges for preservation...
Sweet red remnants of repose and lunchtime on shirt collar brims…
Reminded me of the beauty those like her mother had ‘neath the souls of their feet...kissing concrete for clarity and reverberation...
She hid her smile with thumb nestled and resting between cheek and teeth.
Folded loose leaf like love letters
And wrote words of affirmation.
It was a Wednesday.
He played...she spoke with clarity.
I was rapacious
Their courage, freedom, gaiety, and dreams
Cradled satiety downstream,
Drifting atop banana split boats
Guitar body turned bongo when "momma said knock you out!"
They ate cookies stolen from giants...
And sang of invaded red planets in gibberish.
They existed...
Bare and bold like new life amidst chaos.
16 April 2009
Spiderman and Folded Dreams
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2 comments:
They ate cookies stolen from giants...that's great Xrissy...you don't hear that everyday...then again..you're nothing like erveryday;-)...smart piece.
YAY! i'm glad you liked it Reefie..it's one of those pieces i think only you would understand, lol. despite my bouts of anger and hunger it was a great day! miss you.
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