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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4235 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Windy Lauriette (Laurie Byro) The noise beneath my seat of tires and engine and broken springs keeps me from dozing off completely. Dad hates music, turns the radio on anyway. “Oh, Daddy, I like this one.” And windy has stormy skies that captures the buzz off flies… I am five, he is thirty-something. Outside this song, wait the future dead. They line up to greet us, but for now can’t peer in the windows to scare me. I snuggle into the blanket my mother wraps around bony knees. And windy has wings to fly above the clouds… Days before us stretch out into the blackness of winter morning. Headlights passing, signal each year, it will take to find our way back to this secret ceremony. Just my father and me, being brave in the dark. |
