Her glazed eyes
to the gray sky
stared at clouds
as if they
were pinned
to the horizons
The Spanish Olive face
with pimentos in her nose
there on the sand
days later
dead as the minute
she died
beneath the wheels
of a truck
by a teen boy
out for joy
her chest turned to yuck
Copyright ©
2013 by Barry G. Wick
(note: I seriously don't
know why I wrote this...but it just came to me in a Hill City
restaurant...not based upon any true story or picture I've seen.
Perhaps I received a thought, an image or something from someone
somewhere.)
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