SHE: Poem 5 –
“she’s gutsy” (circa ’85)
she’s gutsy—
skating backward
down the schoolyard hill,
neon laces daring gravity
to catch her.
she’s gutsy—
front-row at the arcade,
quarters flying pure
on first try at Galaga.
she’s gutsy—
calling in a song request
live on radio, heart through
the receiver, unedited.
she’s gutsy—
laughing in summer storms,
splashes of lightning
in her wake.
and me— totally awed,
boombox heartbeat pounding,
trying to stay rad enough
to keep up.
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Comments1
We admire grit and courage glints of a dream we wish we were. A lovely poem of seeing another through our eyes and admiring what we are not but wish we were. We try to keep up but are often lost in the dazzling dust of an illusion we created, too focused on them to see ourselves. This poem speaks to the childhood and adolescent images we drag into adulthood. Nicely done Cryptic
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