Legs on show down an aisle of fridges and freezers
and I am taken in by the red of your top.
A swift sight of a face, nothing much,
father nearby I presume, a brother too
but minutes later gone.
As the evening is reeled in,
I see the same flash dash into the palace
before I am certain it’s you once more.
I didn’t see you or the shorts again
but plenty of others were decked out in denim,
all aliens beneath the neon lights.
Aug 5, 2012
Aug 5, 2012 at 6:23 AM UTC
Legs on show down an aisle of fridges and freezers
and I am taken in by the red of your top.
A swift sight of a face, nothing much,
father nearby I presume, a brother too
but minutes later gone.
As the evening is reeled in,
I see the same flash dash into the palace
before I am certain it’s you once more.
I didn’t see you or the shorts again
but plenty of others were decked out in denim,
all aliens beneath the neon lights.
Written: July and August 2012.
Explanation: My first poem after returning from my holiday, this piece is about a girl I saw (twice in the same day) wearing denim shorts. She was not the only one wearing a pair. A rough draft of this poem was made in my notebook before being uploaded onto here, as well as being uploaded as a Facebook status update (in similar vein to several of my previous poems) in my short series of unrelated short poems.
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