Sunday, May 31, 2015

JAZZ GIRLS, A POEM ABOUT REMEMBERING YOUTH

This short poem uses contrast to make you think about identity and values.

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JAZZ GIRLS,
A POEM ABOUT REMEMBERING YOUTH


The old lady
With silver hair
And black cane
Shuffles slowly down the
Pavement.
She stops
And sits to hear
The boys play jazz.
The soldiers turn,
The longshoremen stand,
And the boys rest their beat
To stare at
The girl
Whose purple hair
Flounces from side to side as
She saunters by.
Her swinging hips
Sways flowered skirts
As she canters
Past the shops;
Spending her days being pretty
And
Collecting looks.
The old lady tells the boys,
"I was her once."
The base player
Smiles,
"But now, Grandma,
You have jazz."


(c) Adron Dozat 2015

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