On A BenchA Poem by TheMidwesternJewOne of the first poems I wrote at the age of fifteen, I decided not to change much of it.
Taking residence on lead green painted bench
concrete pavement next to the green grass patches of the Courtyard House of Downtown Versailles Teenage Loitering kids riding bikes From downtown street ghettos and worn-down trailer parks Wearing pajamas and a over-sized red sweater
I'm reading long, translucent poems of Blake Taking occasional glances of the blue red yellow neon lights of the local Royal Waiting for High-school McBeth satire play Because of a promise made for a small blonde-hair blue-eyed girl Who I danced through the mid-morning parking lot with Thinking I would fall for the Dance © 2015 TheMidwesternJew |
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Added on February 4, 2015 Last Updated on February 4, 2015 Author
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