the girls in all their
summer dresses
flowing & flowered
walking in crosswalks
& under the trees
floating like las mariposas
in the summer breeze
enthrall me

I am so old

but I feel younger
longing to hold
a hand a heart
on a twilight street
I feel hope:
the girl inside me
still wants to meet
a girl in summer
in cotton
in sandals
who smells like a flower
who can make time stop
if for only an hour

By PJH95811
7 13 10

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About pjh95811

I am a writer and poet living in California. I love cats, dogs, nature, poetry, spirituality and the Pacific Ocean.
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2 Responses to July

  1. karen says:

    That’s a really nice poem. And I don’t often like poems… (I don’t have my mom’s poetry genes).

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