Lovely Girl

Today is 14 years you have been gone, and every jutting pier

still make me dream of seventeen all over again.  Our bodies

shined with sweat, hand in hand; walking.  You in a tiny dress;

me with a Cesar style hair.  I was told your mother died last week.

How is your dead brother, how is your dead father, are they warm?

Reviews

[Lacey Sue]

This poem is very deep and it's really good

[Delmar Cooper]

Hoo Boy, they just stacks up like cordwood don't they?

[Cory Barrett]

keep piling!