The Engagement PictureA Poem by ProfkimHe doesn’t see what will be, or even what is, blinded by her pearls at her neck, and a pair of white gloves.
He doesn’t hear what he will for years, just the pleasing tones of a finishing-school graduate.
He doesn’t feel what he does now, but something heady" what anyone might feel at twenty-one and far from home.
This courtship of the sixties in the conservative Midwest missed out on peace, drugs, and free love. She earned every stitch of her white wedding gown.
Here they stand, side by side, arms wrapped around waists facing the world together. Then slowly, but at equal distance, they each began to tilt away, until there was nothing left between them except a quarter century of air, a pair of white gloves, and a pearl choker.© 2011 Profkim |
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Added on October 15, 2011 Last Updated on October 15, 2011 Author
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