September Weekend.
sharp september winds,
that slice underneath my sweater.
chilling my skin,
whipping my hair.
yet i am happy.
to hear laughter instead of crying,
to smell marijuana and cigarettes,
feeling freedom again.
after being so tired of weak bodies hanging around,
its nice to have an excuse to put lipgloss on,
to work with friends,
slapping meat on the barbeque to hear it pop and sizzle.
summers dead,
the depression of fall has set in.
and hear i am.
not upset.
dare i say im happy?
Copyright © Lisa Barton | Year Posted 2006
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