From 2015.
Don't Listen
Tall thin pale girl
with dark straight hair,
not more than sixteen,
glasses set on a studious nose,
don't listen to them:
those blunt-witted boys,
those callous girls.
For you are lovely
beyond the stale prettiness
of What Everybody Likes.
You are the beautiful
music of youth:
mellow, resilient,
subtle and smiling.
You are that first
questioning day in March
when a mild faint breeze asks, May I?
You are earth tiptoeing toward spring,
the firm and certain hope
that tomorrow will be better,
that hearts will be wise and kind.
Poetry by Uncle Meridian
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Written on 2022-04-10 at 10:34
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