Coconut on a Phone PoleA Poem by Pen Draggin'I lifted my palm to my brow while his blackened bare feet found untraceable knots and his tanned hands gripped at tar that snaked the splintered wood to its base. His shaggy head bobbed as he shimmied and at the top his almond eyes smiled. He said that he learned to do it when he was younger and that he had left his shoe up there. © 2009 Pen Draggin' |
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1 Review Added on June 15, 2009 Last Updated on June 20, 2009 AuthorPen Draggin'Portland, ORAboutHi! I'm Kelsey, I'm 22 years old with a passion for poetry. I write because it is innate and, quite simply, I'm pretty f*****g good at it. I love the rain. I will always belong to the Northwest. I sa.. more..Writing
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