We shoot down the alley
Sirens blaring
Skin pulsing
There are clues
Insights
A style of breathing
Thighs and breasts
We were born in the month of June
Breathing and surging
A stain upon the tigers eye
A light body singing down the mountainside
A murmur and a whisper
We live in blocks
Tracks permit us to sing
Time stands still
We are nothing but a stain
Shifting and living
Being and playing
We shoot down the alley
Two little girls lost and breathing.
I like the ambiguity of "We shoot down the alley" - running or firing bullets?
ReplyDeleteA roller coaster of a poem, from singing, and playing, "to being nothing but a stain, shifting and living....Two little girls lost and breathing." I guess we can be grateful for the breathing? I hope your summer begins with sunshine!! xoxoxoxohugs
ReplyDeleteThere is such a an edge in the two girls living the life like this... something in this poem makes me think of the russian group Tatu
ReplyDeleteTook My Breath Away, Chasing The Lines Down The Alley.
ReplyDeletePlenty of food for the imagination, as always!
ReplyDeletethe play of two young girls the beauty and friendship of it...it is a gift...bkm
ReplyDeleteGood to see you again Jae, what a great poem full of excitement recalling the days in the past.
ReplyDeleteI love this! Especially "a stain upon the tiger's eye / a light body singing down the mountainside" and "two little girls lost and breathing." Always so lovely to read you, Jae. Sorry it took me a while to get here. I was out all afternoon. Home now, tired.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully penned.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful images in this. I could see those two little girls "lost and breathing".
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