NEW POETRY

Leaning backwards pressed against the wall
Yellow roses fill my arms
I rarely liked photos of myself
But this candid 
Framed by Rick’s camera
Really pleased me from the first

It was a wrench that the 
Flowers and the photos 
Came from Rick, my parents’ friend
And not my parents

I rode home on the back of his Honda 750
The hot exhaust pipes shiny
My long white graduation dress hiked to my hips
Panels waving in the wind
Leaning with him as he steered 
Me through the curves

Julia Piehler authored our two previous poems here, as prelude to the next feature at our main site.