Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Levitation


Pregnant and fearless on the boulevard
 in a tank top, hair piled on her head like a
volcano, about to erupt.
She's fearless, fearless Keyla calming down an
old man in their shared  tongue: Espanol:
words, deep, strong like the ocean.

Serene as eagle she swoops down, puts her hands
on his grandson and hoists him to her breasts
while she totals up the bill.

Keyla didn't anticipate her baby's father  coming
in today. He presents her with an Pepsi, she
kisses the air around his muscled frame,
and he's gone, as if someone killed the light.

Mishla

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9 comments:

  1. What a story you told here with great emotion in so few words. So easy to visualize in the readers mind.

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  2. That was quite the vanishing act at the end!

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  3. A serious confrontation averted in time. Lucky that he left. Nicely Mishla!

    Hank

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  4. A serious confrontation averted in time. Lucky that he left. Nicely Mishla!

    Hank

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  5. interesting slice of live
    well told

    Cheers!
    JzB

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  6. Hello fellow poets, Old Egg, Magical Teacher, Kaykuala and JzzyB. TY! so much for taking the time to leave
    your delicious comments!

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  7. I enjoyed reading this! :)

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