Faded
jeans,
Dark
Home Roy #9
A
multi-colored backpack,
Like
the kind you’d find in school
Long
brown hair with braids adrift
Out
from beneath that old green Rastafarian headwear
Skips
from the road up through the hill
Dispersing
dewdrops with her steel-tipped toes
On
the path she walks the side again
Five
steps forward in cyclical succession
Pause. Observe. Understand. Spin around.
Breathe and count to 10
This
could be everyday…this could become routine to take this all in
Squinted
smile on a barefaced pale
She
winces as she streamers past the trees
Waving
gently to the squirrel within
Up
the bark that’s come to life…
Scurrying…scurrying
through the disco painted leaf shade light
11
times she’d leap high to sky…like a baby bird’s 1st real flight,
On a lark, whimsy free…not caring how soon the
night turns dark
It’s
in the nature all around…where if one looks, one will be found
fred i just love this one...may be among my favorites of yours...so vivid...so cool...i SAW her... this is just awesome
ReplyDeleteSound just ducky, as she is all happy go lucky and quite plucky, maybe she met Bucky O'Hare, you know he goes where no ordinary rabbit would dare? Just footloose and fancy free, nice to see.
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