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The Russians Used a Pencil

Poetry By: Kathryn
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We've all had those times where we would rather run away than stay in the place, situation, or relationship we're in. Sometimes the closest we can get to running away is writing. This is only one example of the many paths a write takes to run away.


Submitted:Aug 4, 2007    Reads: 124    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   


I'm back where I started,
A little more experienced
And a little more desirable,
But I am here all the same.
I think I'll run away to Boston
And start anew.
I'll take the little black dress in my closet
Along with the matching high heels
And flirt my way onto a plane headed there.
Or maybe I'll take a train
And buy a ticket from a girl like Lucy
And sit next to a guy like Mike
Who will tell me stories
From when he was in the army
And offer me a cigarette.
Maybe I'll ride a greyhound
Bound for anywhere
Because they all end up in Boston
On a cold winter day
When the snow is two feet high
And the streetlamps light the way
To a little two-story inn
Next to the bakery,
But I guess it doesn't matter how I get there,
Or where I go really.
It's about what I do once I'm there.
I'll get up and watch the sun
And pick a new name.
I'll dance in the street and play in the rain
Or maybe snow,
It might be snowing then,
And I'll marry a guy on Thursday
And have a honeymoon on Friday
And by Saturday I'll be pregnant
And about a year later
I'll rock Murphy to sleep in my arms
In the little black dress and heels
That I took to Boston.




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