I met her at
the Corner Pocket.
She was bartending.
Her nose was
pierced, so was
her tongue, and
her heart.
She spoke of
a Utopian city:
A town of tree houses.
She was in her
third year of
architectural school at
Iowa State.
Some dreams are
best left
unsaid.
- Author: Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 17th, 2024 11:31
- Comment from author about the poem: Check out my you tube channel where I read my poetry from my recent book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems.
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Comments6
So dearly short but special. Thanks for sharing Thomas.
Thank you.
Good write T.
Thank you.
A most enjoyable encounter I imagine
Yes, lots of fun. Thanks for reading.
Short but with a message. I loved the line
"Some dreams are
best left
unsaid"
True and applies to many things.
Yes. Thanks for reading and commenting.
Sounds like good times were had Thomas.
Andy
Tes. Thanks for reading.
I can only hope she made it to be an architect. 🌹
I hope so.
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