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| L.L. Dean 2012 |
how she held back
hair from fountain
lips breaking up
silver vaulting
while squatting and
and fumbling at
my locker my
coldblooded mind
forsaking all
numbers i twirled
the knurled nose of
my lock and watched
four pink finger-
prints charming on
that flagrant nape
unmoved she flew
past my torn mouth
numinous and
promising as
a fervent frog’s
hair from fountain
lips breaking up
silver vaulting
while squatting and
and fumbling at
my locker my
coldblooded mind
forsaking all
numbers i twirled
the knurled nose of
my lock and watched
four pink finger-
prints charming on
that flagrant nape
unmoved she flew
past my torn mouth
numinous and
promising as
a fervent frog’s
Oh this makes me think of when I met Brian in the halls of our high school. Twenty-one years and strong.
ReplyDeleteHey Shannon,
DeleteThanks for dropping by! And for sharing how the poem prompted a great memory.
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Regards,
B.R.