A gift
A truth
Fireworks from my Grandma's roof
Distilled desire in a Pepsi can
I drink it while I'm young
A few pounds over par
But a shot to the green
A hovering hope
The size of a SCREAM
Your eyes and something
I had never had
Made skinned knees and splinters
Hardly seem as bad
An icy cold December
A New Year's revelation
He sat and ate my heart out
I suffered through starvation
A pause
A tremble
It sounded so fun
But the Pepsi can is empty
The fireworks are done
My mother's in the shallow end
And as I'm diving in
I remember that July
When I learned (again)
How to swim
2 comments:
Beautiful lives here. :)
You are a terrific poet. I look forward to reading all of your poems. Keep on..
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