City sidewalks.A Poem by Sarah McKeever HittAm I true with my blinking eyes and my trembling hands? is it real the day with the star shaped clouds? I had to look twice I saw a tricky little girl hanging around her flat tired bike I could see in her eyes her plotting and schemes on days like this I hardly notice but that girl might as well have been me. This is summer in the city says the red inked billboard behind me The sign stole the city skyline and my hands have yet to stop shaking. What in God's word is this the on again off again emotion which turns from tears to laughs as I tread the city sidewalks This must be real the air smells like fresh mowed grass just the way I remembered it when I used to walk with you.
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1 Review Added on April 3, 2011 Last Updated on April 3, 2011 AuthorSarah McKeever HittChicago, ILAboutTake me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvadore Dali Pleasure cannot be shared; like Pain, it can only be experienced or inflicted, and when we give pleasure to our Lo.. more..Writing |