Don’t Recall His Name But I Remember
Him. Up there,
sitting on the school bleachers,
king of it all,
lean as James Dean
slipped in-between day dreams.
Him, buttoned into blue jeans,
tight white t-shirt, and
hair slick as a snail’s streak.
He didn’t see me wearing my
pink poodle skirt.
for dVerse Quadrille #79 “Up” and Twiglet #125 “A Snail’s Slick”
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