seven Pogs and a wooden
fence, brown and
dangling in the
past.
Lion King with Disney on the
back in purple, dusty
letters. One-fifty at the
dollar store.
Out back, a lake swelters in the
mid-day sun, waiting
for small, muddy feet.
these Pogs: treasures lifted from
the sea-bed, quick fingers
luring them with
allowance money.
somewhere it was so sunny
one could hardly
breathe.
3 comments:
I really like this, Sparrow! You're last three lines took my breathe away. Congratulations on your graduation, too. And good luck in the teaching business!
I heard your cry in the wilderness. Blogging can be depressing, at times. When I feel as if I could use some hits, I go out and visit friends and strangers. I also read their work, and attempt to make an intelligent or comical comment.
It's just another numbers game. 2 out of 10 may return your favor. Soliciting can be a drag, so don't over-sell yourself. I wish you the best.
Now, go and have a great day! UT
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(Pssst...I don't really use my blog-spot.)
Love the imagery. I'm with Uncle on the last three lines. Sort of makes me ache.
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