I'm sure you don't think of these things in Jerusalem
Two or three times a year
we swam, marco-poloed guided by underwater lights and speeding cars on a Kyalami highway. We insisted on staying in the deep end lifting our bodies out only after sunset palms flat on wet, hot brick as chlorine-liquid swept down, back, in on itself creating waterfalls on our spines. After we dried off, Rudi lit roman candles and gave me his purple shirt from Guatamela to wear. Then he grew a beard and outgrew us. His Guatamelan shirt still fits. © nancy
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Bronze
295 points
on 04/22/07 at 09:41 AM
Fantastic; I agree with Michael about your style. It truly is your own! The last two stanzas are my favorite part of the poem; it drives home the poem with a quiet yet recognizable power. Great work.
Noble Orange
22,566 points
on 04/19/07 at 04:44 PM
Another great. I love reading your poems. They speak very clearly to me and the style is so uniquely your own, perfect, that is.Add a comment