She stood there
breathing blued tobaccointo the late summer air
in great gusts of thirteen cool
Lanky limbs betraying
Mississippi moments,stilts
and splash play
Blonde streaks
defying gravity
It’s those eyes
those eyes that pierce through any
semblance of innocence
We are strangers joined at the hip
yet I can’t shake the guilt I feel
for the life she is headed for
or the life we all bleed
smiles...love your description...the alliteration through there....and the kinda wild hair and eyes...i can see her...what a sobering close...the life we all bleed...
ReplyDeletegood to see you! its been far too long...smiles.
Thanks so much Brian... I agree far too long! I hope to be at the pub soon! :)
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ReplyDeleteThanks so much Kitty! Quite an honor coming from you!
DeleteA poetic portrait of the rebellion of adolescence. I took a look at the original photo and the eyes were what got my attention. Great to read you again, Tracie!
ReplyDeleteThanks Katley... I have to get over your way soon, I have been blocked for a bit, but I hope this will end the word stike! :) I wanted to put the photo up of hers but wasn't sure on the copyrights. So I left it up to the reader to research the photo. Thanks for coming by!
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