The Foreign Exchange Project
So this poem is written for a special friend who has encouraged me to begin blogging again. What will be hilarious is if she never even reads this... Foreign Exchange Project She was a hacky sack type of hyper when I spotted her Oozing with salutation and smiles as she puffed her cigarette and exhaled Giggling like a child with a gleeful glimmer in her toasted almond eyes I was excited to meet her and She couldn’t have been more happy to see me (and everyone else) Like a bumble bee was buzzing in her panties She was painting my evening a brighter shade of blue And I was thankful for the unfamiliar warmth her smile held I was ungluing all my misconceptions of her from the moment she spoke to me “Hi, I’m Digh” is all she said. Nothing exotic or foreign to it. An exchange so matter of fact and bold that I will always remember that moment for what it was… unexpected and real. So many things had been expressed to her about me, and to me about her from mutual friends; but we had never met.