January, 14, 2013
I haven't written something in several weeks. However, there are a few poems that I wrote "last year" that I haven't posted yet. I nee to start writing again... but since I'm not there yet... here's a poem that I haven't posted here that was written back in November, 2012.
Movement
I watch the
world pass by
and wonder
why I feel it's me
moving and
not the Earth?
Students,
tons of them,
backpacks
slung over one shoulder,
feet
shuffling across the parking lot,
black clouds
of asphalt in their wake.
I remember
movement as steady steps
that knew
their direction, always
running away
from the ghosts
that the
amber streetlamps make
when darkness
becomes to much
for the stars
to bear, too much for the sun
and moon to
carry on their broad shoulders.
She wore a
thick, fake fur coat even in
an Oklahoma
Her body
liked to hide itself inside acrylic fibers
that couldn’t
fool a fox or spotted leopard or
the pretty
little boys who paced about the
convenient store hoping some old fart
will consent to
buy them beer and cigarettes.
I touched her
hair once as she bounced by me.
Nothing too
obvious just a brush of those blond
Highlights of
her dishwater hair with the tip
of my index
finger, feeling her just long enough
to transfer her
scent to the palm of my sweaty
hand. I can
still smell the lemon shampoo she
always
used... my nose has the memory
of an
elephant.
rrw 11-27-12
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