by Mark Waldrop
Julie had a thousand freckles the
color of mud.
Instead of smiling she would
crinkle her nose
and bunch them
all up in the top half
of her face.
She and I traced shapes in the sand.
Puckered tight lips and kissed.
until Mrs. Baker
found us.
I had drawn a cow and
some grass in the sand
and Mrs. Baker
said we needed to behave
like good Christians.
She said to go on and play with the others.
Some kids were planning a rock fight
And we thought that would be fun.
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Love the ending :)
Lovely picture of little kids, rendered in such few lines. I agree with Robb Todd about the ending.
This works for me! Nice poem.
Ah yes, much depth and truth in this simple and sweet poem. Well done.