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Tracy McPherson, US
 

 

 

 

Free Verse

 

Homeless

 

Veteran
PTSD
Life is
Difficult
She is there
Everyday
Around
Four p.m.
With her sign
“A happy meal
would make
me happy”
Her eyes
Bleek
Skin weathered
She wears old
Sweats and
A T-shirt
Tennis shoes
Sizes too big
After months
Of seeing her
She now looks
at me and
smiles
I don’t know
The nightmares
I do see the
Lost dreams
Someone’s
Little girl
A twenty-something
Veteran
I hear the
Arguments
“But Mom, Dad
I’ll be able
To finish college”
A homeless veteran

 

 

It's almost sunset

 

It's almost sunset
The bay is quiet
Every has gone
Home for supper
The sun shimmers
A molten gold
Path across the water
Later in the evening
Lovers stroll along
They walk with
Dogs on leashes
Careful to keep
The walkway clean
As the sky and water
Release their hold
On the day
Colors change
The streaks of mauve
And pink with curdled
Clouds become a
Soft shade of old denim
And stars begin to
Blink on heralding
The moon and
Dark night

 

 

Vanilla ice cream

 

The old woman smiled
As the waitress brought
The blue and white porcelain
Bowl filled with a big scoop
Of vanilla ice cream.
Her eyes nearly as blue as the
Porcelain misted slightly
Thank you Missy, you
Always remember
The old woman's husband
Had brought it to the
Diner several years ago
They had met here as
Adventurers more than
Fifty years ago
He told Missy he wasn't
long for this place
and ask if they would serve
his wife vanilla ice cream
in that dish when
she came in
The dish had held a scoop
of vanilla ice cream and
and engagement ring
years ago

 

 

Tight Buns and 501s

 

Guys looked great in em
And we bought em
Took em home
Put em on and
Jumped in the tub
Full of hot water
Sat there til our butts
Turned blue and
The water was tepid
Then we got out
and walked around
and stood around
til they dried
on our body
did we look Hot
oh yeah
Levis and Little Ts
And sandals
Saturday night
beach attire
then we moved
on to bell-bottoms
and boot-cuts
still the girls
of summer
and sunny beaches
monsoon season
add a sweatshirt
or someone's
leather jacket and
we were good to go
beach bonfires
recreational
contraband
cold beer
where did
they go
to college
to careers
to stardom as
a wife and mother
in our hearts
still the girls of summer
tight buns and 501s

 

 

Beach outlaws

 

Levis n boots
Bare torsos
Sunglasses
Sitting
On the
Wall
Cold beer
In hand
Sideways glances
At the girls
Strolling and
Rollerblading
On the boardwalk
Harleys
In the alley
 

 

57 Chevy

 

two door
hardtop
sooo cool
the older guy
Levis
White T-shirt
Chukka boots
Cruising the drive-in
Root-beer floats
Girls with pony-tails
After burgers and fries
He took the nice girl
Home and necked
in the driveway
til mom's
flashed the porch
light
then he prowled
the city looking
for his buds
a joint a beer
trouble and fun
and maybe
a loose woman
sooo cool the older guy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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