Sunday, April 26, 2015

It’s Not Maria - by Charlie Macias

I believe her name is Monica, Millicent --or maybe Maple Springs.
It’s probably Melinda.
What I know about her is not real
 She glides above the gardens on a glorious summer day
I can’t catch her
She doesn’t want to be caught
I try and she laughs at me
That beautiful laugh
One day one man will win her over
And we will call that bliss or love or luck or fate.
Something official.

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