Saturday, October 15, 2011
Two Trees (old poetry)
She was a sun kissed child of the 80’s
I was her best friend; we swore ‘til the end.
We were two girls, she and I
She was the only person who made me feel
Good about myself, made me feel alive.
We nailed up two hammocks, one right on top
Of the other, swinging between two trees.
The forth of July we threw fireworks
Into her hollow tree in the front lawn;
Watched it smoke until the fire inside, died.
I drove by her house the other evening
Those two trees were just piles of cut up wood.
We used to lay and sip our lemonade
While scrawny legs hug off itchy hammocks.