Royal Blue
I paced nervously back and forth in front of Royal Blue’s stall and wondered why Dad was taking so long talking to Mr. Fields. Mr. Fields wasn’t going to buy Royal Blue even if he...
Issue: <span>September/October 2012</span>
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I paced nervously back and forth in front of Royal Blue’s stall and wondered why Dad was taking so long talking to Mr. Fields. Mr. Fields wasn’t going to buy Royal Blue even if he paid hundreds of thousands of dollars for the successful racehorse, I knew, since Dad had told me just that morning that he wouldn’t sell. Dad turned down many offers already. Why wasn’t he giving Mr.
I see you in a bowl
Tantalizing me.
I pick you up
Your smoothness
Goes unnoticed
As I cut you into quarters
Eagerly trying to get to
Your ripeness.
You are a red jewel case
With red jewels inside you,
Shimmering
Like drops of blood.
I take one jewel
I put it to my lips
I smell nothing
But taste the
Heavenliness
Sweetness
Deliciousness
Of the
Red pomegranate.
“Last boarding call for Flight 31 to Moscow, Russia. Last call for Flight 31.” The JFK PA machine was loud and clear, not fuzzy like usual, and I felt pained as I acknowledged that it was time to say goodbye to Dad.
“Dad, promise me that you’ll take care of Mom and yourself. Promise me you’ll see the doctor about that repeating headache problem.
I shut the door behind me
Exasperated and overwhelmed
And start walking briskly
As I walk
I hear crickets chirping like a marching band
I hear leaves crunching under me
Soothing me over my bad day at school
I feel the cool, fresh air across my face
As I walk forward
I smell the sweet smell of the nighttime dew
Just like after a rainy day
I slowly inch forward daydreaming
Feeling like I am on the t...