The weeping willow’s green curtain beckons souls who want to hide, yet still be outside. But merengue and the smell of barbeque float from the other side of the park. The bookworm waits for someone to speak her language before deciding.

Footfalls keep the beat
while Spanglish sings over the park
coaxing me to join.

This poem was created for Verse Escape's Friday 55 


The singular grace
of crooked flower petals
sets apart the bloom
meant for his kiss. I receive
twisted beauty in my hand.

Song Choice: Good Enough by Evanescence 

This poem is linked to Poets United: Poetry Pantry 382