by B-Miles Jackson
Hair stood up on the back of her neck,
The street shadowy and dark,
Laughter of friends called her back,
To the party out in the yard,
Tables lit with candles,
And the smell of cooked food,
A reminder of a forgotten lunch,
Shoe tapping music played,
As couples drifted to the dance floor.
Near the edge of the yard her heart stopped,
At the sight of them standing together,
Both looking my way,
Nose up as her head turned,
Him smiling with beckoning eyes,
She walked the distance between them,
He took her hand -- as they danced together.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Barbara B-Miles Jackson, born in 1948, grew up in Texas, studied poetry as a student in school. The poetry of other poets inspired me to go forward, changing myself when I could not change my situation. I one child and two grandchildren., Later needing a way of expression and focus, I turned to writing poems. Writing reminds me, we must travel through life situations with as much grace and dignity as possible., I started writing in 1995 for an Open Poetry Contest with National and International Library of Poetry. Most In the US and other in Europe.
Last updated April 19, 2015