He sat on the car-park wall
letting smoke drape it’s lazy hands about his neck;
every breath drawn in seemed to suck three more away
like a salt-lake drying faster
than premonitions of a textbook.
He picked at peeling paint and pretended
dignity didn’t matter one bit.
I existed in my perpendicular cliché
letting the milk in my smoothie dance as I walked
like a preschooler following her mum;
I even had a ribbon in my hair
flip-flopping in september-sky wind
like a flag that declared my innocence.
Our eyes met,
for a moment imploded;
part pity, part envy.
I could not see his soul, I doubt he could see mine,
but it was then I knew that he was hopelessly cool
and I was hopelessly different
beyond the clutches of change;
there was nothing more to be done
so I pretended we were planets in empty orbits
like reels of story-less tape that would never meet again.
Author notes
aye, people watching is a lot of fun...
xx
DancingRed
In a list
A contest entry
- Different Kind Of Contest For Me by Amorous Arms.
475 points, ended September 14, 2007, 14 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
critique welcome.
Comments
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aww. so sweet. wonderful take on the prompt. very unique! such a wonderful piece. at first i thought it was going somewhere else. but wonderful ending! thanks so much for entering. best of luck
~Ali
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your prompt is.....
what to do when theres nothing to do -
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Thanks!
By the way this is DancingRed.
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