woman walking past
avoids mingling thoughts with mine
shadows on white skirt
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Category Archives: SelectedPoems2
Downtown
New Bathroom
Burnished stones
in a bright closet
tulip flavored eyes of tile
& streaming chrome
Brushed leather and fleece
against dimpled knees
joints dovetail high
in the swaying daffodils
Crouching Tiger Woods
Proud Tiger’s lie in the hoary rough
Beneath Augusta’s august boughs
To the mortal eye would bring a tear
Yet the golfing god would acres tear
Until the lie became a slough
And if the slough be not enough
A lake would he plow up and swear
And toss his club, his face a rouge!
His reputation back to steer
To the lie where it lay
Not half so deep,
So beyond repair.