***paradise-(Part 4) -My Maria - Poem by Coach Roth
You might think Maria was all work
No play…but no one worth writing about
Is one dimensional…and for every bone
In our body that bears weight,
There’s another for balance.
My favorite images…
Bright sunny spring day…
circle of chairs inside the
International Institute of Hypnosis.
Maria and Coach walking by…
Maria yells at the group...
“You will now cluck like a chicken.”
sun not yet rising...
Picking up Maria from work
at a nationally famous hospital
In Santa Monica…
Maria singing in the halls
‘Don’t be Cruel’
“People are sick and sleeping.”
Maria hangs her head
Presumably in shame…
Then flips up the collar of her smock…
Twists her foot and
grinds her pelvis ala Elvis
“You ain’t nothing but a hound dog.”
Walking down the hall in
Labor and delivery…
Seeing Maria rocking a tiny infant…
Cradled in her arms
Miniature fingers gripping hers
She looked radiant...
His heart swelled…
An intense rush of love…
Coach wanted to marry this woman
and make her the mother of his children…
Seeing him Maria looks up and says…
“I think the little fu-ck-er just sh-it his pants.”
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