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bsquirrel

Member Rara Avis

since 2000-01-03

Posts 7855

0 posted 2003-02-03 01:10 PM

So,
as the plane lurched away from Vegas --
that collection of bright pinpoints
amidst the desert waste --

I realized that the same woman
whom had sat next to me on departure
was the same woman sitting next to me
on the return.

She had long, tanned legs
in high leather boots.
Her eyes were the color
of maple sugar,
her lashes soft frames
housing that light.

I never asked her her name,
a sound as anonymous as a thousand quarters
being fed into the mouths of a thousand
blinking slot machines.

I imagined her mouth
would hold the same sweet tang
as strawberries
about to turn.

Then the hostess handed me a Styrofoam cup
filled with the worst coffee I have ever tasted.

It was around then that I noticed
my seatmates' eyes were,
in reality,
the color of eggshells
submerged in the sea.

passing shadows
Member Empyrean

since 1999-08-26

Posts 45577
displaced

1 posted 2003-02-03 01:14 PM

the things one can think about when flying on a plane...

Cpat Hair

Member Patricius

since 2001-06-05

Posts 11793

2 posted 2003-02-03 01:15 PM

I see Vegas left an impresion..always does on me...

enjoyed this and the style... good to have you home Mikey

bsquirrel

Member Rara Avis

since 2000-01-03

Posts 7855

3 posted 2003-02-03 01:19 PM

Good to be back.

Midnitesun

Member Empyrean

since 2001-05-18

Posts 28647
Gaia

4 posted 2003-02-03 01:32 PM

Hmm, just what does an eggshell under the sea look like? Been scuba diving? Welcome back home.

Nightshade

Member Patricius

since 2001-08-31

Posts 13962
just out of reach

5 posted 2003-02-03 01:58 PM

This is great Mikey!! Much enjoyed. Chris

"Hope" is the thing with feathers-
that perches in the soul....

-Emily Dickinson

Janet Marie
Member Laureate

since 2000-01-22

Posts 18554

6 posted 2003-02-03 02:22 PM

Her eyes were the color
of maple sugar,
her lashes soft frames
housing that light.

I never asked her her name,
a sound as anonymous as a thousand quarters
being fed into the mouths of a thousand
blinking slot machines.

cool cool cool

I imagined her mouth
would hold the same sweet tang
as strawberries
about to turn.
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It was around then that I noticed
my seatmates' eyes were,
in reality,
the color of eggshells
submerged in the sea.
=============================

oh what you do with imagery and metaphors...
missed ya boyyyyyeeeee...glad youre back.

Temptress

Moderator

Member Rara Avis

since 1999-06-15

Posts 7136
Mobile, AL

7 posted 2003-02-03 02:29 PM

Hiya, Squirrel Guy.

You know, I love the way you write?

I like the mouth and strawberries turning line. Deliciously done.

You know, your title would make a good poetry challenge. A poem started in my head when I read it.

laters..
Welcome back.

~~I Love You~~

Enchantress
Member Empyrean

since 2001-08-14

Posts 35113
Canada eh.

8 posted 2003-02-03 02:41 PM

Love the imagery here Mike! Great work.
Good to have you back!
~Hugs & Smiles, Nancy~

~Time has cast a spell on you,
So you won't ever forget me~

bsquirrel

Member Rara Avis

since 2000-01-03

Posts 7855

9 posted 2003-02-05 02:19 PM

Thanks for enjoying this true story. I'm going to be a bit quiet this coming week, seeing as my girlfriend's coming down for a visit from Canada.

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