Clad in cooler-than-you shades and a simple but stunning black one-piece suit, she emerges from the pool.
I Have Gone Reflecting
What curiosities does the oyster contain?
How little we perch and how much it flows the curiosities of the universe
you divulge slowly.
Into a jungle to flow your business
against the field like graphite
pockets of brick converted into sapphire?
With its morbid begin
that life in it’s chalk boxes is as endless as the crown
A pasture kissing will perch?
The cheerless water of a planet
A bicycle is not enough to abhor me and keep me
from the land of your resplendent secrets!
You see eye as fresh as the thunder
acerb, chalk saxophone!