“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

4.02.2012

unfinished. without pictures.

a 6 o'clock 6 dollar margarita
unfinished.

a taste in her soul she can't wash away
unfinished.

perfect fingernails on the bar poised to fly
the flutter of their wings hidden in her heart
just beginning.
unfinished.

perfect shoes on her feet ready to run
the revving of their engines a tingle 'neath her skin
123 go.
unfinished.

a 6:30 3 buck beer on the bar, sweating
unfinished.

another day another night
life.
unfinished.

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day 2 of NaPoWriMo, national poetry writing month.
a poem a day.

7 comments:

  1. i love every thing about this.

    most especially, this: "a taste in her soul she can't wash away."

    fabulous.

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  2. I can clearly see her there; completely, though she's unfinished; no picture necessary.

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