You Comb Her Hair

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You Comb Her Hair

 

Somewhere

Between the ocean

And the cement

There is a broken toy

A small doll

With her legs bent back

 

You see her there

With an empty cup

And you bend down

To rescue her

You pick her up

Take her with you

 

Now she sits

On the edge of your journal

Her plastic eyes alive

She somehow fits

Just right

Into your world

 

You drink your coffee

Too strong

You feel a strange sense

Of longing

Waiting

For your heart to calm

And for the end of your favorite song

To come

So you can go

 

Before you stand up

To leave the café

You know you will keep her

Safe

 

You walk back to the sand

And feel the ocean spray

On your face

 

You take the doll home

A better place

Where you can assemble

Lost and missing pieces

Life erases

Somewhere

Between work and play

Between reality and imagination

 

You hold the doll

And have a true conversation

 

Her hair is tangled and black

She looks at you

And you feel her listening

Rapt

As if she wanted to say something

 

As if she wanted to love you

Back

 

By Julie Flanders

Photo by Esteban Lopez

#octoberprojectmusic
#julieflanderspoetry
#aprilispoetrymonth

 

 

APRIL IS POETRY MONTH, Day 4

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