Laugh until you can’t breathe
with the wind blowing on your face
a hand on your thigh
in the back seat of his buddy’s car
at the quarry, throw rocks
ponder the dark silence, the lights in the skies
go for long walks after curfew; do questionable things
with your hair; cry with the songs you sing
go too fast, until your heart spins.
It’s National/Global Poetry Writing Month! I’m participating via Napowrimo.net, where today’s challenge is to write an instructional poem.