Sometimes poetry is a hanging curve
It’s easy to plagiarize from my memory
It’s in the sea is where I find my cure
I look to the distance
where everything is behind me
They don’t see my happiness, laughter, joy
The seagulls see, but who are they going to tell
Her laugh reminds me of Jamie
we worked together at that
now defunct trucking company
which was run by God himself
That God of yours is a really smart man
is what I would hear
But Jamie was beautiful and kind
and I don’t remember how I knew
but I knew she loved rainbows
and the one day I came in from running
and told her there was a double rainbow outside
and Jamie ran outside like the building was on fire
Jim would often flirt with Jamie
but he gave me a look
of
how did you do that
and the last time I saw Jamie
was on route 38
I honked and honked but she ignored
because that’s what beautiful women have to do
I turned away and as the light turned green
she honked, waved, and gave me an uncovered smile
that I’ll never forget
my cure
my happiness, laughter, joy
my memory
I knew
I would
I came
I turned
I find
I don’t
I’ll
I honked
I look
I saw
I knew
reminds me
gave me
gave me
behind me
Her laugh
told her
of Jamie
Jamie was
with Jamie
Jamie ran
she ignored
she honked, waved,
she loved
never forget
Sometimes poetry is a hanging curve