When Heaven Comes Down To Comfort You
I’ll never (nor should you)
forget what’s her name
when I was blue
(wading in the deep,
shark-infested sea)
She came out of it
(the blue, that is)
I was bumped from my seat
into a payday that wasn’t there
and there she was
without fanfare.
I was drip drying my manicure,
curing my heels...
when subtly she spoke.
For amnesia’s sake —
I don’t know what words moved
from her silver lips.
A silent pin dropping
would have shaken the sainted floor.
Out of the blue, her mouth moved
and her words fluttered.
They were like a bouquet
thrown by a bride,
so alive.
I wonder if she flew away
after she spoke to me.
In her wake,
I floated by ~ ~ ~
walking on seashell sharks,
merrily brushing their pussycat teeth.
9/21/2019
Sponsor - John Lawless
I'LL NEVER FORGET WHAT'S HER NAME) Poetry Contest
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2019
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