Friday, June 29, 2012

A Poem by Shellie Richards

I walk on up ahead of you
On the way to Gautreau’s
Across the street the butterscotch Greek revival is ablaze
with hot pink and white azaleas
The glossy lime of fresh boxwood hedges
caress my fingers and I hear
your footsteps behind me
And somewhere in the sound of the grinding gravel
the promise of your touch on my bare shoulders
You take my hand like a young lovebird
the faint smell of your perspiration hangs in the air between us…
and I am humming our national anthem and
looking at you in your navy blazer
- the gravitas with which you wore it –
Like you’re the next State Senator –
And for just a second my mind wanders and thoughts of the maybe years and what if times…
And thinking there are few things in this life as sexy as a boxwood hedge
except maybe you
On the way to Gautreau’s.
Shellie Richards’ work has previously appeared in Bartleby Snopes (winner, story of the month), the Belmont Literary Journal, The Chaffey Review and Vanderbilt University’s Tabula Rasa. She lives in Nashville with her husband and three children. She works at Vanderbilt University where she edits scientific papers for publication and is currently finishing an M.A. in English (writing) while working on her first novel.

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