Poetry Blog by Shay Siegel
It was 1990 when we met,
before we were who we were.
The nineties were running through sprinklers
playing whiffle ball in the yard,
make-believe games, stick horses,
and dances to Green Day.
The 2000s were much the same,
with crushes, dear diaries,
womanhood, and makeup
sprinkled about like the dandelion seeds
we used to blow into...
Thursday 5th September 2019 8:23 pm