Tuesday, November 3, 2015

A Girl Sits Here...


A girl sits here,
in a place missing cheer,
perhaps it’s because she’s missing her chair
or the road to happiness is closed because of fear,
either way, she still sits there.

There goes crisp-air nudging a sweater,
ankles on the edge, not budging and air fettered.

Dirty worlds produce flirty girls,
flirting with dirt,
she’ll need a washing
like a sandy pearl.

On yellow grass sits a mellow ass.
Not skipping, but also not in class.

Socks stripes, paired with matching shoes,
pondering the blues, with only one stripe of blue…



-DeBarros

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