Friday, June 11, 2010

tribute # 216 - wild child

mud-streaked, barefoot in shorts,
shoulders bark-scraped, akimbo
in the crotch of a park tree. her head
tilted as if she owns the moment & world
and isn't an ounce heavier for the burden.
where did I, that feral grade-schooler, go?


Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Good heavens, that was also me you were describing!

Pearl said...


no wonder she feels divided then with part going to each hemisphere.

Lodo Grdzak said...

Where did she go indeed. If anywhere.

Pearl--did you switch your blog template? Just curious.

Pearl said...

yes, playing with template. there are new blogger options...this might not be the final.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Enjoying the template I see today.

Pearl said...

been tweaking small changes. apparently I can't go back to the old one so will make do here.