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?

6 comments:

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.