A slap of sun on coral tongue
and my complaints are swallowed
I will not cry anymore in cold
but swish my skirt and lose the shoes
Trees and buildings blush
at my brazen unbuttoning
People of the park, beware:
I’ll melt like a football to the face.
Friday, April 17, 2009
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