[POEM] fifteen minutes

Fifteen minutes

To smoke a cigarette
(Or so I’ve been told)
To feel the breeze against bare skin
The tickling of hairs against the cheek
To watch people push carts full of sustenance
To say hi to passerby’s
To smile and nod
To hydrate
To remember
To close eyes and transport to the trail
To memorize the curves and lines
To say goodbye
No, for that I’d need eternity

/ / /

Gina Thompson
25 March 2017
State College, PA


About Gina Marie Thompson

writer • mom • trail runner • cheese slinger • educator • social justice crusader • seeker of love & beauty• living locally • I CHOOSE LOVE ❤️
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