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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Today's journal entry.
ReplyDeleteWhat a story you told here with great emotion in so few words. So easy to visualize in the readers mind.
ReplyDeleteThat was quite the vanishing act at the end!
ReplyDeleteA serious confrontation averted in time. Lucky that he left. Nicely Mishla!
ReplyDeleteHank
A serious confrontation averted in time. Lucky that he left. Nicely Mishla!
ReplyDeleteHank
interesting slice of live
ReplyDeletewell told
Cheers!
JzB
Hello fellow poets, Old Egg, Magical Teacher, Kaykuala and JzzyB. TY! so much for taking the time to leave
ReplyDeleteyour delicious comments!
I enjoyed reading this! :)
ReplyDeleteOMG! Thank you, Talicha.
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