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
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Written on 2022-03-20 at 05:09
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