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let's keep it moving
by Charlie Morganbending to the wind, head-down, the wrinkles were nearly gone,
in her face she was sixteen again, a wind's lull, and in a dash
each wrinkle fell back into place, it's line of haggled worry.
she passes under a sign[of the times:] regular $ 3.99 a gallon.
may as well be a grizzly on the tundra of Alaska for all she knows.
she presses on to the J & B liquor store, $1.88 clutched gritily.
one bottle of liquid Heaven, a raft to float away all her lives,
gulping fully for half the bottle, she travels back to her youth,
swig the others, swallows of the past good times, rocky ones now.
just yesterday another girl walked by, could have been her daughter.
and the other day an entire family brushed by toting love and caring;
her cart was full, no room; hand painted sign: DoGooders keep moving! 06/05/2008 Posted on 06/05/2008
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 06/06/08 at 04:14 PM What a peek into that which inspires you! So descriptive, I can almost see the fingerless gloves and smudges of street-grime embeded in the wrinkles. I should be thankful. I'm not entirely her. |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 06/10/08 at 05:20 PM You paint a graphic picture here of what too many people go through on a daily basis. They're everywhere - the silent, invisible ones, that many choose to ignore. And it's a "there but for fortune..." scene because this picture is that of everyone of us, maybe... |
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