Jessica Hanes
WALK OF DREAMS

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I walked through a tired small town
On a dragging Monday morning,
The green grass drenched with dew.
My sandaled feet scrunch in to avoid the wetness.

Sauntering around town, past the softball field
Squinting I can see me in the outfield,
Swearing at a fly ball to right field.
I hiss between my teeth and walk into the woods,
My hands shoved deep in messy pockets.

Trees and flowers fighting for room,
Poison ivy blankets the ground.
I gaze and watch Misty and I
Running through the snowy woods at midnight.
Holding white wax candles with flickering flames
We chanted our hearts out
For something wild to tame our fears.

I start to walk home,
Closing my eyes all the way.
Such a small town, not even on the map.
Oh, the stories it could tell...

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(c) 1999 Jessica Hanes. All rights reserved.

Appears in Schools of Verse: An Anthology of Poetry About School, Fall 1999.