I only knew her as Beautiful Shannon,
the yellow-haired girl from second grade
in tortoise shell glasses, two perfect braids,
always wearing red.
I picked them by the railroad track
on my way to school.
She would pop off their heads,
push them between thick silk folds
in the turns of her hair.
In the morning, her sweet face—
Nettie, where’s my flowers?
And my hands full of dirt.
Janette Schafer is a poet, photographer, playwright, and realtor living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. She holds an MFA in Poetry from Chatham University and has authored three poetry chapbooks and served as chief editor of two anthologies. Her writing and photographs have appeared or are forthcoming in The Missouri Review, SWWIM, ONE ART, Vox Populi, and The Literary Underground. A winner of the Academy of American Poets Prize, she has also been nominated for a Pushcart Prize.
on my way to school.
She would pop off their heads,
push them between thick silk folds
in the turns of her hair.
In the morning, her sweet face—
Nettie, where’s my flowers?
And my hands full of dirt.
Janette Schafer is a poet, photographer, playwright, and realtor living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. She holds an MFA in Poetry from Chatham University and has authored three poetry chapbooks and served as chief editor of two anthologies. Her writing and photographs have appeared or are forthcoming in The Missouri Review, SWWIM, ONE ART, Vox Populi, and The Literary Underground. A winner of the Academy of American Poets Prize, she has also been nominated for a Pushcart Prize.
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