Night Life

January 25, 2010
The coat checkers
rifle through pockets
and piles to find
usually nothing.
Plastic cards,
paper slips, car keys,
lipstick; all stored
in a crowded closet.
In the closed off space
they imagine
being at the party.
Just one of many
Friday nights, dolled
up and ready for
the dance floor.

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ShernayB. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Mar. 7, 2010 at 10:12 am
I like how you write.
This is a nice piece.
Powd3er said...
Feb. 3, 2010 at 11:16 am
This poem has great flow and insight.
I really enjoyed it.
Lovely poem darling =]
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