Thursday, January 15, 2009

A poem: For the Girl in the Blue Dress in the Parking Lot at Wal-Mart

The color was periwinkle,
with tiny hand-embroidered flowers,
a cowboy hat perched on her head
and yanked off with a confident flourish,
masses of endless yellow hair
surrounding her perfect oval face.
She linked arms with the skinny boy
in the tight black tee-shirt,
cigarette dangling from his thin red lips.
Hot sun pounded down
burning the tender skin
on her milky shoulders.
She kissed him hard on the mouth,
then disappeared inside the store
in a flash of gold-plated sunlight,
leaving him far behind.

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