I.
she had a hard time understanding
why nobody was ever good to her,
she was nice, cute, and polite for the
first few months until she got to know,
she tried too hard and always failed.
II.
he looked like the boy she used to love
years ago and now her youngest had
fallen in love with a married man and
she could do nothing to save her.
III.
he jumped first...
then she saw the lights
following him to the front seat
where they both felt relieved;
still, they started the engine
anyway and drove off...
they both forgot the glass on
he dash until it fell into her lap,
miles away whey both felt safe,
they looked at each other laughing,
they both had looked for the humor
but it was her who found it first.
IV.
she not far from love and
the more they were together,
the stronger she felt and the
more she let herself be known
for the first time in her life;
there was something that let
her feel fine about this and
she was too busy enjoying
herself to worry if she should,
it felt right... for some reason.
V.
thunder rolled around the small
neighborhood delaying meals
and postponing baths,
frightening children and animals,
a prelude to the rain and for the
crops planted... just-in-time.
VI.
what were we to say afterwards
when all the pin-up girls went
home and we were left with
a few sore balls and hands.
VII.
on the corner they stood...
those who would look for work,
crops go unplanted...
just for minimum wage,
not worth the effort...
friday brings their check
since they looked more than once,
for some a nickel saved
is a good day's work...
they come looking for work,
and we send them out for
what they want and not for
what's actually available.
VIII.
she placed her talents against mine and
came out ahead which is as it should be,
she will have different regrets
down the road than I and when she
realizes she should not have given up.
IX.
your voice call out to me and there
is nothing I can say to prevent you
from seeking your false illusion;
I watched you destroy your sense
of honor and me along with it,
I watched you from the sidelines
trying to keep my perspective clear.
X.
the needle and her became good friends and it
was a good thing since she lost all her others,
they were together everywhere and her
mother did not want to say anything bad,
she was lucky when the coroner's report
indicated there was probably not much pain.
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