songanddancegirl

"It's about words, and words are all I have…"

RUN FOR YOUR LIFE

RUN  FOR  YOUR  LIFE  IF  YOU  CAN  LITTLE  GIRL

There’s nothing like coming home

the way a child comes

home

When home is the beacon

flashing the signal:

 

Here is your Mother your Father your Dog

 

Your purple bedroom

Your raggedy brothers

One who has

shaved off his eye-brow

 

You bound up those steps

like there’s no

tomorrow

And there is no tomorrow kid

 

That home –

Those child-brothers

The young Mother & Father

will seem figments

of your

waning imagination

someday

 

So bound up those stairs girl!

Race home

Your black poodle & smiling grandfather

on their

separate chairs

await you

RUN 

__

 

Winter 2007

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