Poetry

The Girl By the Side of the Road

You have seen her there. Thumb out. Smiling a weak smile. There were thousands of these girls across America in the 60's. I was one of them. These are the poems from that time of my life.

Roadside Youth 1969

Lonely am I, on a winding road.

Seeing only streaks of white

with flying specks of black rounds.

Thumb out and head down,

wondering who might be kind.

Holes in shoes, pack in ditch,

spaced on where to go.

Seeing scampering mice, heading for home,

the sun making patterns on their backs.

My thoughts heavy, stomach not full,

hoping to find one so beautiful.

Lonely am I,

Thumb out, sign in hand,

watching the sun dance shadows on the sand.