Summer 09'
1st night
Harry Potter,
my new dress,
the coral skirt with embroidered flowers
floats over the cinema carpet.
Fragrance of popcorn
interrupts every conversation.
With sequined flip-flops
and jean jacket, I'm still too dressed up
for this crowd,
surrounded by a sea of teenagers.
This August, overcast and cold,
keeps me inside.
I'm busy breaking my DVD player
on U2 videos,
called rock music for a reason.
It spits out 3 of them,
DVD will not play.
Through the sliding glass door,
The garden,
Empty as a graveyard.
August 7, 2009
© Anne Westlund
Poetry by Anne Westlund
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Written on 2009-08-07 at 21:59
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