Barely a Portrait, Images, Transitions
You will find her here blowing soap bubbles,
chewing gum cigars, old time candy and toy ass radio player.
Sara is still a cheerleader in mind,
chest player beast bare in pink station wagon,
front seats laded back.
Everything exposed was pink in 1965, popular.
Everyone high up was chest player academically,
low-end checker players were at miniature golf,
beneath blankets at US 31 outdoor theaters.
High school is a status golden whore passing daily in the hallways.
Sara flute blower in narrow dark and stashed in lover's lane,
the Junior prom never ended, the Senior prom never began.
Shades off, make-up smeared past midnight, broken gold chains, class rings lost,
class sweaters returned to sender, address unknown,
sex a touch and feel, poetic review, times.
Michael Lee Johnson lived ten years in Canada during the Vietnam era. he is a Canadian and US citizen. Today he is a poet, a freelance writer, amateur photographer, small business owner in Itasca, Illinois. He has been published in more than 880 small press magazines in 27 countries, and he edits 10 poetry sites. Author's website: http://poetryman.mysite.com/ Michael is the author of The Lost American: From Exile to Freedom (136 page book) ISBN: 978-0-595-46091-5, several chapbooks of poetry, including From Which Place the Morning Rises and Challenge of Night and Day, and Chicago Poems. He also has over 83 poetry videos on YouTube as of 2015: https://www.youtube.com/user/poetrymanusa/videos Michael Lee Johnson has been nominated for 2 Pushcart Prize awards for poetry in 2015.
You surely captured youth in the day. Wonderful imagery, loved this poem.ReplyDelete