Wearing James Dean Poem by YURI DURAAN
Wearing James Dean
I found the locket in the back
of your drawer..
I was not snooping I swear,
simply fascinated by the trinkets
overflowing, knotted together in
an embrace of memories and
grand sentiment….
This is how I found James Dean,
hanging on four different chains
(in death) quite beautiful…
I put him around my neck
and went out into the rain
- a star in my own
50’s movie….
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