The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 7/23/08 [View All]

[BlueIris]

"Girl Talk"

At the lodge pool, two ten year old girls swim
To the deep end. They half float on the rim

And pump small waves with their feet, their heads turned
As if to shut out the world. They have learned

That pen pals do not write back when they go home.
Too soon, they know, their dads or moms will come

And call them to their rooms. So this my be
The last time to talk with blue lips and see

How close they could have been. Oh yes! They like
The same foods, same shows, same games and their bikes

Are pink and Schwinn. Their friends at school are nice.
They drink hot tea with milk and Coke with ice.

They wisp and sing these words, so soft a tone,
It sounds more like the plink plink of a stone

Skipped on a lake than girl talk. Then they burst
Out of the pool, stand, smirk and dive headfirst.

—Michael J. Bugeja