poem 1
the girl summed up “lovelyâ€Â
she was talking on the phone
twirling her hair
once realizing, then stopped
she hung up the phone and composed herself
there, on the couch sat
one little petite woman
twirling her hair
poem 2
the dirty windows were not noticed
the roach killer on the counter stood tall
while all the
chairs surrounded the table
napkins sat on the laps of loved ones
the thanksgiving dinner
where a 8 year old boy can serve pumpkin pie
and get coolwhip on his finger
spice, carnavores, dirt, grease, and laughter
that’s what makes a holiday
Tags: