The following poem is entitled “SNAP!” This is the first draft for my writing studio, so please let me know what you think!
SNAP!
Snap!
She trots down the city street
A rare bird, a morning dove
Clipped steps and all
Snap!
She moves amongst them now
Staring at the hardened faces
Wondering what to make of them
She looks back from behind
Snap!
There’s nothing left here anymore
It all went right for her
Now it’s over like eggs and candy soup
But what does that mean?
To her nothing but a soul…lost
Snap!
Back to reality
She wont tell you what she makes of it
Figure it out on your own
She’s a trigger finger – happy
Wearing her crown
Wearing her bones
Snap!
She marches down the street
Like she’s in some secret parade
Of polliwogs and things to come
Powder burns bandaged up
From the things she said
Not one of us
But one of the many we’ll never touch
Snap!
And then she’s gone
With her sequins and succulent delights
Leaving behind all that was me
She takes a step and turns right
Not to be long but forever
Misgiving Miss Haps
A gun sitting quietly on the table
Passing the time
Snap!
