Mari

She got a dress, blue with yellow stars,
blues and yellows and their mixture like space duel.
A little green hair-holder in back.
Her stare is blue,
strands of gold hair hanging.
We stand staring as bombs explode.
In the distance out by the sunset.
This is not really as it seems, is it?
This is more than a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.

I saw Brookwood demolished,
and I thought about that damned ball and chain.
Tasted the dust of ancient,
and I do remember.
Her dress had these symbol...starlike squiggles,
the flame had affected her some...
I saw the multicolored fire,
it skipped frantically across alandscape. This is not really a balcony,
and you're more than a woman.

I felt the softness,
the misty air was choking and warm.
Colors: lavender, amber, sky blue...
stencil writings...
Bricks and scratchy sheetrock that squeaks,
beneath it all.
The animals all taking on a color of wonder.
this is not really what is seems like, is it?
This is not more than a balcony,
and you're only a woman...
-Will Dockery 10-21-82

Angelfire - Free Home Pages