Thursday, July 2, 2009

The "It" Girl

Coney Island Rose would wait on line for hours,
Lay down her nickel and her dime;
All of your flickers held strange, magnetic powers -
Rough-House Rosie, naturally, her favorite at the time.
Afterwards, her dreams both day and night would
Burst with visions of how sweet your life must be;
Only you would trade it with her if you could,
Wanting nothing more than love's security.



Clara Bow

3 comments:

dbmyrrha said...

Gorgeous. Simple and moving. A tasty little poem.

Artman2112 said...

i like it! sorry it took me so long to take a look :(

Avalon76 said...

Glad you liked it! ^_^ No worries, they don't expire. *laughs*