holly ward, i didn't forget you

fifteen, it must have been me
standing there, drawn out breaths and weary as anything ever that was and walked,
a smile creeping out and holly sat there,
laughing at the icicles, leaning
back easy in her school-desk chair,
her a girl of sixteen, seventeen �
the antithesis of anything anyone
would want and yet, how finely she shined, how nicely the world swept out around her, breaking it�s back over her desire
each and every, wasn�t a boy
in town, didn�t crave
her daily.

and why not?
she was amazing as solar flares.
So a few years I sat behind her
in this class or that, staring
at the punk-rock patches on her backpack
and smiling because a girl like her was
and knowing that there wasn�t
much else on earth better than that
to smile about.


2004-12-23 | 2:56 p.m.
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