Freudian slipA Poem by ColetteLetting the semi-conscious drive me
I’m drivin’ around
got the greenhouse effect goin’
I spy a light-skinned girl
ponytail, headband, loose clothes
seated
on the sidewalk, knees bent
arms extended
she’s cute
real cute
I want to love her
But what can I say
Are you gay?
And watch as she laughs that look that says
You’re too old, and I’m too straight
Her twenty-somethin’ looks
with my twenty-somethin’ ways
We could make it
in this land of today
I keep driving
I buy whatever smells good
eat what tastes good
grasp the hanging pot full of red geraniums
to keep my mother alive
Lime colored leaves
and lime colored what?!
On that van that looks like a Rose Bowl float
My eyes are full and searching
My ears hear and my nose smells
scents of pear and golden delicious sweet somethin's
Sandmans
Soul food Sundays
I feel like I’m in St. Louis
I feel like I’m home
and I’m lovin’ it
I spend time and gas to drive
to the NE side where it means something
to be greeted at Mickey D’s with a type of southern hospitality
and I’m lovin’ it
I wonder
as I eat my fish sandwich, fries
and sip on my Sprite
if it’s in the nature of a man who’s white
to love
a nurtured black girl like me?
I wonder
if anyone could appreciate this girl
who floats about in a Freudian slip
says “hello” to bumble bees
tells squirrels and birds to stay safe
and wants to save the planet?
I wonder
if I’ll ever be on the other side
of the white picket fence
and if I was, would I appreciate
the lime colored leaves?
© 2012 Colette
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2 Reviews Added on May 21, 2008 Last Updated on September 17, 2012 AuthorColettePhoenix, AZAbout"The poet...is not nearly so concerned with describing facts as with creating images and establishing mental connections." from the book "Uncertainty" by David Lindley I'm in love with metaphors.. more..Writing
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