Thursday, February 4, 2010



A gift
A truth
Fireworks from my Grandma's roof
Distilled desire in a Pepsi can
I drink it while I'm young
While I still can

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:

Dee said...

Beautiful lives here. :)

Laraine said...

You are a terrific poet. I look forward to reading all of your poems. Keep on..