Serena
Serena is from Thailand, smiling
From within
The diner she’s working where
Her life never ends.
From early in the morning
Until the sun goes
Down,
Serena
Moves like a ballerina
All around…Missing
Buddha back in Bangkok
Where she once ran and played
Ring around the friends she found and made.
Serena is from Thailand, where
Goodness grows on trees.
(And I landed once and picked the fruit
Devouring all I pleased).
On a sandy beach where she did sleep
And dreamed of days ahead, before
Our paths connected, we were led…
Magically, magnetically, marvelously made
Miraculous, mysterious she conveyed:
All the warmth of heaven
With a sigh of deep chagrin
Leaving me to think that
There will never be another sweet Serena,
Again.
Copyright © Terrell Martin | Year Posted 2015
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