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This is The Part Where I Start Ducking, Isn't It?
by J. P. DaviesGrade Twelve,
one kicked locker
and a flying Bio textbook.
Several vicious expletives
and fleeing feet chasing tears.
First Year University,
One angry telephone confrontation
one wildly thrown cell phone
Extensive and loud obseneties
repeat the tears and footfalls.
The Future,
one long embrace
one quietly whispered sweet-nothing
A plethora of small nurturing kisses
and a promise.
I'll never, ever, do anything
to make you throw things at me.
05/20/2006 Posted on 05/21/2006
Copyright © 2024 J. P. Davies
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/21/06 at 02:34 PM Neat concept Jordan; that title just drew me in. I like the promisary note in that closing stanza; leaves the door wide open to future flingings. :o) |
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