Hazel Izbitt

Rookie (Then / There)

Dear Mountain Hero, - Poem by Hazel Izbitt

I eat Ranch Sauce with my French Fries too. The dusty yellow dotted lines pass swiftly on the road, as the mile-high wind tousles my hair and it's okay. Tollbooth. The terminal exit ramp is in three miles, and I am still intoxicated by your gaze. You planted a heart shape bed of gladiolas. Upside-down. Curbside check-in. Friendly Adieus. After three days I knew your truths, and we never hugged. Bags checked. Ingenue. Moving walkway. Of course you wanted to be a fireman when you grew up. Dogs or cats? Dogs! DUH. Terminal D. You swagger down the leafy lane in your mirrored aviators. You don't look back. I close my eyes. Gate 36 boarding. Thanks for entering my story. I will surely carry you in my suitcase heart.

Expect the unexpected.


Best of luck in all of your endeavors,

Your midwestern ingenue.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 3, 2008



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