If he asked her
about her childhood,
she'd spin him a sad story
about empty rooms
and black patent leather shoes
with broken buckles.
If he asked her about life,
she'd belt out a song'
like Momma Cass Elliot,
complete with round, full tones,
and needy lyrics,
about empty arms and an eager heart.
If he wanted to talk politics,
she'd speak of casting,
a lone ballot for Julian Bond.
when all others were riding,
Golden water war horses.
But if he asked her about love,
what could she possibly
spin or sing or say?
Aigoo!
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You're starting to catch on!
Good write, LittleSis. Broken buckles? Really? And you're too young to remember Julian Bond. LOL
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To A60sman
not too young...voted for him in a mock election in high school!
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