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sitting still (in response to Of Red Schwinn...)
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sitting still (in response to Of Red Schwinn...) |
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grandiloquent Member
since 1999-07-08
Posts 104Midwest America |
I sit slick with sweat a gallon jug of tea ripening to honey in the corner of the porch Too hot for anything but sticky red wings from the nearest bar and a swiped 32 oz. of cheap beer Sun-starved, giddy, pressing peace in like a bruise, I feel the wink of nostalgia; the sudden bright hint of future passing early, if only to cover today with hope... These are the summers I asked for when I wondered what came after the bliss of long months at the pool, sunsets almost holy over the ballpark: the rosy, golden calm -- drones of crickets and heybatterbatter with white moths circling the fluorescents, nights still as death with my crown resting in the nest of my laced fingers - ancient stars reflected in the dark of my eyes. What waited when something beyond the child inside called out to play? Will I marry? Will I take my husband and our 3 postcard children to weeks at the beach in North Carolina? Fighting over shovels in the sand with the kids; making love in the strange secret of 5 am; Laughing, Screaming, Loving. Will I divorce and open the harsh desserts of Egypt with the tear of my hungry hands? Run naked over the white soft shores of Greece? or still sit still watching tea turn over Grain alcohol in one hand, mind cascading in the other Praying to keep the expectant beauty and optimism of a teenager (its connected promising boredom) or at least the tan on my legs. |
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Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware |
with each piece I read - I wonder how you cover so much stream-of-conscious thought in so few words (note few!) and enter our thoughts (mine at least) simple 'Wows' are not enough |
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