Wednesday, May 8, 2013

imitation 2 by Lauren Jernberg


 I flew into Hawaii one June day,
Heat beating down on me like drops of rain.
This is sure not Oregon weather.
“What is this bright round thing in the blue sky?”
I said getting off the plane with all new
Surroundings. Everything is covered but
Not inside. Where ever you look it is
Beautiful. The sun, new to me, welcomed
Me like an old friend.  Everything beckoned
Me to it; the flowers, and trees call my
Name. The terrain was hilly and fought with
My gut most driving days. My stomach felt
like a war zone while in the car. The house
where we stayed was amazing but not as
great as the view. This view you could look at for
Hours and never be any less amazed.
At night with all the stars was the best time.
So bright out you would think it was morning.
We did not have all the material
things we think we “need”. The silence like a
Bustling town with the waves, animals, and
The breeze in the trees. The sounds relaxing
And peaceful. Rocking you to sleep like a
Lullaby. You gently fall into a
Deep sleep like nothing you can imagine.
You sleep so hard you have no dreams only
To wake to the calm of the day that you
Fell asleep to. A breeze comes through the house
cooling off those napping. There is no
place better than the islands of Hawaii.

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I flew into Denver April
I flew into Denver April.
Rock salt and sand peppered the asphalt
reflecting myself on a downtown street
where I’d paused on my route to smell lilacs.
The wanton winds chortled wickedly
over remnant snows in gray clumps of doom
and my heart soared gladly at winter’s death
but an hour later I had whiskey breath
at a dead end bar full of Indians.
A Winnebago woman waltzed with me
and told me how handsome I truly was
so I bought her drinks and felt her hips
and somewhere between the grinds
and dips she lifted my wallet and split.

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