Meet me

In the hayloft of the old
abandoned barn…

On the corner of
5th and Elm…

Behind the shed
Down the alley
At the water’s edge

Under the railroad tracks
Over the bridge
Beyond the forest

Up the avocado tree
Past the highway
Across the meadow wide

After the sun sets
Before the moon rises
As the tide comes in

In front of ghosts, shadows
Memories and demons

Outside of the box…

Meet me

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bindo Says:
August 19, 2009 at 1:02 am

Make it the orange tree..You done ate all my avocados!!
1writegirl Says:
August 19, 2009 at 7:30 am

Ha! They were beggin to be eaten, I tell ya, just beggin!!
poeticgrin Says:
August 19, 2009 at 2:17 pm

Feel like I’ve been on a trip around the world with this one. It’s a poem like this that reminds me of the power of verse and of the written word.

Love the transition from the barn to the city. Love the idea of the entire poem – I’m jealous!
1writegirl Says:
August 19, 2009 at 3:45 pm

Thanks, Bryan! Now that I think of it, it IS rather a poem a la poetic grin, isn’t it?? 🙂
Pamela Villars Says:
August 19, 2009 at 8:56 pm

You write so expressively about desire. In this and many of your poems.
1writegirl Says:
August 20, 2009 at 9:38 am

Thanks, Pamela.
Vic Says:
August 24, 2009 at 11:06 am

Very fun piece. Enjoyed the many images, especially “up the avocado tree”.
Neil Reid Says:
August 31, 2009 at 12:52 pm

So easily you change your passioned clothes, step by step, limb by limb. Somewhere I hear a voice, following. You do have a real gift for this, and just as sweet, playful too! Thanks.

So glad I’ve come back to catch up again.