Kids in cities summertime

there were rooms of russian beauty on cinderblocks outside the city
quesadilla kids with salmonilla haircuts

we were always on a tightrope.
 to afraid to move.
so we just stood there, balancing like stars.

our lives were dandelions.....
full of hope until we were blown away, only to be part of something larger

forming satillites and constellations.

you were hydra and I was Leo

Were
Not
as
close
as
we
used
to
be


BUT..

on selected nights I still see you light up the moon.

Reviews

[Edie Boyd]

So many images when I read this. I love it. Especially the "dandelions" part.

[alma7]

I had to read this poem several times over a couple of days to let it really sink in. I don't know, I can't really say anything constructive about it, I just love it. Just wanted to tell you that.

[Pauline Marie Daley]

You choose such unique words. Thats what I liked best about this poem. The format is nice also. The way the reader is struck by a poem often depends on the placement of the words. Good Job. :-)

[Michael Handel]

You sre an excellent poet. This is maybe the third pem of yours that I've read and I am very impressed...I thoroughly enjoyed this one in particular, particulary in the last part how the words are strewn down the bottom of the page like, to me at least, stars in the sky.

[Hannah Jane]

you are quite a poet...I really like this poem, especially the first two lines.

[Treasaigh (The Solitar..]

Unique choice of words..very metaphoric. Lovely write=)

I like this. I liked the flow and form. I thought your choice of words are unique. Great poem!