Sunday, 2 December 2018

where and when she was


this is where and when she was 
I remember nothing from yesterday 
but this is where and when she was 

I could draw you a picture 
I could draw a picture of her, 
where and when she was

in a thunderstorm, 
sheltering under 
a bronze monument

on a cross-country bus, 
buried in her hair,
all out of Mississippi

sunburnt on the grass 
at the fire hall field day
after all summer 

clinging to a railing, 
orange shorts, orange shirt, 
orange roller blades

standing waist-deep 
in an Arizona lake 
and watching me back

crossing a street, 
her skirt gently swaying 
as she disappears 


[[ all real images, not all the same person ]]

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