Thursday, April 8, 2010


trying to think of my own
stories, ones about
reading winnie the pooh
and trying to read
even cowgirls get the blues
and all of a sudden,
summer hues.
kids voices echo in the street
and june might be a new
transition to meet, and
pink dresses on her
shoulders keep
in the upward steady
climb of the warm
weather outside.
and emails from boston
stephanie and providence
rachel, with ideas and
pictures and yes,
pretty girl, yes yes,
i tell them. my friends
are all getting married and i
don't always know how i feel
but its beautiful anyway,
and all the pretty dresses and
all the warm weather,
lemonade sipping,
yes, i do.

1 comment:

Carrie said...

Great poem. Love that you ended with "i do" when discussing weddings and it wasn't even cheesy, just completely and beautifully fitting.