herbsunpoems
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
red suede boots
in red suede boots
she strides laughing
tosses her hair
music in her ears
talking with her thumbs
but does not see
the trees around her
the leaves beneath
the long-haired youth
eyeing her from across the street
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Tobeimean Peter
December 17, 2011 at 10:42 AM
There's a little bit of e.e.cummings in this piece, and I like it a lot.
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There's a little bit of e.e.cummings in this piece, and I like it a lot.
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