Quick Confession
written by: Michael Ball
@whirred
On the ramp to the student union,
abruptly halting before me,
she stood, as my mother might say,
with her face hanging out.
Sometimes naivety and candor rule.
She blushed so deeply she surely
glowed red all evening afterward.
“I put your picture in my lingerie drawer!”
That was my student-body president snap.
Before I spoke or even grinned,
much less embraced her, she braided
herself into the streams flowing by us.
I never saw her again and she
certainly did not present herself
again to profess genteel lust
on that ramp or anywhere.
Michael Ball scrambled from daily and weekly papers through business and technical pubs. Satisfaction and feeling like a writer came through blogging and podcasting, mostly political. Born in OK and raised in rural WV, he became more citified in Manhattan and Boston. He joined the Hyde Park Poets Workshop two years ago, and will never again write a manual or help system. He has moderate success placing poems in print and online.
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