and the life of Rhonda Richoux
blue eyes
clear
the crust of life’s
inequities
not yet caught
in the corners
bright smile
real
not yet able
to fake fascination
in a woman’s ways
I loved you then
back when
my young heart
didn’t know
it could hold
more than you
old eyes
clouded
by the dust
of the young
running past me
I don’t mind
how could i?
you’re still here
in my heart
where you belong
time was the test
and the rest couldn’t
crowd you out
©2009 rhonda lee richoux
I am retired from the public school system. I create magic wands and spells, write mediocre poetry and the occasional freelance magazine article; research local history and family genealogy; I’m an activist and keep in touch with friends, family and archenemies on Facebook, Twitter, What’s App and Word Press. I'm a Fiipina-Cajun troublemaker and trickster. I'm feeling as invincible as Keith Richards these days. Fuck is my favorite word. View more posts
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