Maria with the wild eyes
waving at the city’s trees
here one minute, gone the next
waving at the city’s trees
here one minute, gone the next
Maria with the purple breast
showing me it’s hard like fruit
here one minute, gone the next
Maria with the paint-chipped nails
scratching skin on unmade bed
here one minute, gone the next
Maria with the candy laugh
finding joy in bird-shaped clocks
here one minute, gone the next
Maria with one patient son
losing track of when he called
here one minute, gone the next
Maria with the island past
crossing with white baby lord
here one minute, gone the next
Maria with the wild eyes
slipping, falling, bursting, sleeping
here one minute, gone the next.
with the candy laugh !!! and the paint-chipped nails. i can see Maria i love Maria
ReplyDeletesatisfying rhythm to this one :)
ReplyDeletei realized after a first draft that the first two lines in every stanza are in iambic tetrameter! lololol i kept trying to add a third or fourth line to the stanza that broke the pattern and it just sounded sooooo bad, so i kept with the sing-song-y child metered vibe coz i thought it made sense with the subject matter. but yeah my amateur poet nerd self was very amused by this!
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