Alison Abraham, Four Years Old, Tateyama, Japan (Spring, 1990)

By manunkind

spring's first sunshine
caresses my face
kissing the winter pale skin
of my wrists
i am lying on my back in the street
looking at the shredded clouds..
the neighborhood bully rides his bike
towards me,
but i do not notice him-
(i am lost at the sea in the sky)
and when i find myself again, it is too late
there are tire tracks down the front
of my favorite pink dress
and my front tooth, a pearl in my palm

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Copyright 2005 voix de femme
Published on Tuesday, September 20, 2005.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • A former member wrote: how terribly depressing. no, seriously ali! its nice, but man... i hated it when stuff like that happens to me.

  • blue On Tuesday, September 20, 2005, blue (1454)By person wrote:

    I found this to be a purely poetic display of honesty, certainly heart-felt and complete in the imagery you've created.. this played out in my mind rather graphically. So very well done! ~b

  • A former member wrote: Captivating..this triggered something in me..a kind of quieted despair. You very much intrigue.

  • glasshouse On Tuesday, September 20, 2005, glasshouse (548)By person wrote:

    How sad. This is my childhood, I think. I just wanted to be on my own. Left to my own devices. But I couldnt be left alone, apparently. Good write. The beginning was grasping. -Glass

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