Thursday, September 13, 2007

The Asphalt

The asphalt echos with the laughter of a child never heard
Another sheet of crisp white paper
Radioflyer red, sunshine yellow, Barbie pink, aquamarine
PAUSE and refect

She scribbles with black crayon
Knuckles white
Wrist twisted
Cheeks dry as stone

Leaves turn brown and crumple
The sky races past
The world spins on bent axis
Pain melts into the cracks and solidifies
A girl grows outside the dotted lines
Nail polish on cuticles
Pan-American smile and crooked teeth


Written July 20th, 2007





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