Moon Hair
She had the moon in her hair
I'm sure its beams played there
because they loved her too
transforming their own grey light
indeed
transforming light itself
from that smile of her's
into noon at midnight.
She sat there in moon-white
her dress a sliver-white
asking if I had a girl friend
her voice parting the Carolina night
and I reply
'No, not now...'
'You and she...'
her voice trailed off
and I could only let
silence
invade that space
flummoxed
by that question
unable to speak
because what I wanted to say
was that I loved her
but could not;
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poem by Lonnie Hicks
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