November 16, 2008

  • In the heat

    Sifting through my old poetry binder, I found this poem I wrote May 28, 1997.  It’s a truly amusing poem to me.  It’s a terrible poem, and silly, but yet poignant somehow.

    “In the heat”

    I gave a girl a bottle of water
    as she was walking in the heat.
    She didn’t know what to say, so
    she looked down at her feet.
    She frowned at me
    with upset dismay –
    She wanted to throw the bottle away!
    She examined the bottle
    and saw a crack.
    She yelled, “Are you trying to
    put poison down my back?”
    Appalled, I yanked the bottle back,
    because trust was something
    she surely lacked;
    but surprised I certainly was not,
    ’cause ‘Don’t talk to strangers’
    was what she was taught.
    Scary that the world can’t trust.
    Caution and wariness is a must.
    Tomorrow, I will try again;
    perhaps someone will need a friend.

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