When…
born in anticipation
growing to expectation
departed familial line,
as dark turned light
with finger combed hair
possession’s stuffed into bag,
took the Starchief
out beyond the county line
heading North,
at a gas station,
slowed and parked,
in rearview looked at himself,
no fear in the eyes
only blue adventure,
his clothes worn
the last his mother will buy,
she would not see
the cheekbones evolve
like those of his father,
or hair fine in texture
become long,
or the beard last seen
three generations ago appear,
but for now he waited
and she arrived
the one meant for the rest
of his life,
Guess….
raised alone
by mother no father
without sibling,
high school came
only too soon,
as did When
first caught as a reflection
in a school window
and in her imagination took
his hand,
as she did now
clambering breathless into car,
throwing bag on the backseat
with his,
a kiss
one kiss,
that had a lingering of a thousand
years of love,
ready he said
i am she replied,
forty dollars scraped between them,
Starchief carried North
red candyflake and whitewalls,
morning became a celebration
of sequins and fireworks,
she touched a shoulder,
still fragrant from yesterdays tears,
in their silence a louder voice
was heard.
This poem for http://dversepoets.com/2012/08/23/meeting-the-bar-writing-characters/ is a poem derived from my novel that is well into progression so much so that they are part of my life
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