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...lil' girl...

by Charlie Morgan

catching the rainbow's drops
she runs and runs
until she's the color of madras.

socks caught by gravity
and weighing heavier
flop-ear over the ankle.

her racing legs running,
margaret mead ahead leading;
she emerges in the future.

09/27/2007

Posted on 09/27/2007
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Glenn Currier on 11/21/07 at 04:18 PM

since i could not chek it four times i will say it... brilliant, brilliant, brilliant, brilliant. i can just pichur the socks... and i know of your love affair with m. m. and what a future you behold for her... "rainbow's drops" ooooouuuuu... a delight turn of phrase.. another madras morgan gem.

Posted by Shannon McEwen on 09/15/09 at 05:25 PM

the imagery in this is spectacular!

Posted by Doreen Cavazza on 05/11/11 at 05:22 PM

Your poetry is very visceral and quite charming. This is a wonderful piece - short and very, very sweet.

Posted by Johanna May on 02/04/13 at 02:03 PM

I love how you capped this poem. Graceful and bright.

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