from These Fair Days




I ain’t always playin basketball 

or ridin into the sunset 

or drivin the back roads half drunk. 



I sit down in front of the tv 

or the computer and stare into cyberspace 


lookin at the sneezing panda on youtube 

or e-mail somebody 

I saw an hour ago in school. 


Sometimes I even do my homework. 

The fact is I ain’t a bad student. 

But life’s full a distractions. 


One of those distractions 

works at the toy & book store downtown. 




Her name is Molly. 

She’s ain’t nothin but dimples and smiles 

and peaches and sweet cream. 


She never says no problem 

or admires her nails 

when a man’s tryin to buy a book. 


Instead she says how are you 

and ain’t that a good book 

and ain’t it a pretty day. 


Sometimes I think on Molly

and it makes me feel good knowin she's there

fresh as a spring flower.


I ain't goin to explain everything on Molly.

A little bit's the same as enough.








Poetry by jim The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-03-20 at 05:09

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though I understood your poem, I am not sure I meant the meaning you needed to express behind the scene

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Spring is the season for Molly and for all her counterparts scattered partout. Thank you for this poem.