A Poem by Abigale LeCavalier

I write because I write,
she thought,
in a round about
sort of way,
and jotted something down
on paper.
Her beer cold, and over ice,
she liked to drink
at sunset,
it helped her relax
as she peered through
dark glasses,
at a multi colored sky.
And in her mind
an afterthought,
what will tomorrow bring,
soft and silent
the wisp of an angels wing,
she had great aspirations
for the days to come.
Yet sat quietly,
when the world spoke fiercely
to her.
And as the ocean breaks
so does her ambitions,
falling through the slats
of her well worn porch,
slipping through the grains of sand,
which pump feverishly
through her heart.
To the end.

© 2010 Abigale LeCavalier

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Very nicely done. Great Write.

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