Tonight's Poet Corner: Ideal Day
Ideal Day
by Belinda Roddie
After quesadillas
and chocolate kisses, I found
myself skipping thirty steps
to the creek, just so I could
skip stones as flat as a mesa
across cool, glassy lips.
Then I remembered
that there was no creek,
and there were no stones,
and there were no chocolate
kisses. But there were kisses,
over thirty of them.
by Belinda Roddie
After quesadillas
and chocolate kisses, I found
myself skipping thirty steps
to the creek, just so I could
skip stones as flat as a mesa
across cool, glassy lips.
Then I remembered
that there was no creek,
and there were no stones,
and there were no chocolate
kisses. But there were kisses,
over thirty of them.
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