my run run run run runaway by Eric Hinkletwo shiny leaks
streaking pouting face,
light mascara running away
like it's read my mind.
eyes like pools
no one would have
the heart to swim in.
even your curls
are crestfallen.
standing in front of
the bus
waiting for
"any minute now."
your "this is it" look
is the most tragic sight
I've ever not
wanted to see.
I crack a joke:
the stuff of nonsense,
only useful for
fixing up your upside-
down smile--
if only for
one while.
then the return of
Mademoiselle Frown
as your head turns around
toward that diesel hearse.
you look at me again.
you sigh--
silence.
I sigh--
silence.
"this is it." 06/12/2010 Author's Note: all my farewells
Posted on 06/12/2010 Copyright © 2024 Eric Hinkle
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by V. Blake on 06/12/10 at 06:58 PM "standing in front of / the bus / waiting for / any minute now." Very, very clever, sir. Very clever indeed. |
Posted by Charlie Morgan on 06/12/10 at 10:35 PM ...eric, you out done yo'self, boy, errrah i mean Groucho. a cool write. |
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