Friday, November 23, 2012

davis avenue

underneath the sofa
was a perfect place to lay
tucked & pajama-footed
in my secret hide-a-way
yellow flannel-orange blossoms
perfect to blend between
nylon threads, vanilla walls
picture-window tv screen
parents glued to Carson,
no one saw me sneak
along the shadows of a room
to risk the chance to peek
grown-ups had this cocktail life,
up late with cigarettes & rye
as I triangled behind the couch,
a pony-tailed-bobby-socked spy
I watched the world unfold from there
my vantage a hushed thrill
if I could only turn back time
you'd find me nested still

1 comment:

  1. lovely poem Susie. To capture those special atmospheric moments in verse is do precious.