Free verse № 127315
The And women
They talk to you
in subtitles of a language
not meant to be understood.
The rain from spain
falls mainly
in their veins.
Loving to drag across your eyes
like serrated clouds
tasking us to find them
as they are or hidden
in pearls and pearls.
Sometimes lucky enough
to find them in clover
plying a fiddle.
This is about frustration
and rust holen bridges.
The free ones are worst.
Angry Swallowtails
on Harleys.
We always bless the annuals
and the gardeners
that sent them transplanting.
Pumpkins never kept them well.
12 comments
Ah! My Fair Lady in a theatrical reworking by Cheech & Chong!
We always bless the annuals that send the gardeners transplanting.
Interesting poem.
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