April 2013


it didn’t mean much
not to him at least,
she always seemed to be
on her tippy-toes
every time she heard his voice

no longer demure
but effervescent
she was fetching
with a bit of glamor

and quintessential

adored the aura
she projected.
he always said things like,
“you smell like the earth, just after it rains…and after it rains you become my earth”

everything he said
was sweet sounding
even the day
he sat her down
under the bridge on a log
to tell her
he had an epiphany
and she was nowhere to be seen
but to not fret
she would always be
his focal point of admiration.

—Edward Vidaurre

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