August 12, 2010
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Some poems from the week
Two short poems. One is from people watching this weekend, the other was from a bank meeting earlier in the week when I was pretending to take notes.
Tuff Grrrl
It was meant to be a statement
T-U-F-F spelled across the left knuckle
making the fist held up show
that she was one to be reckoned with.
The chin rose and the head bobbed,
heels coming off the floor as she marched
like a proud stallion, ornery and beautiful,
the jut of small breasts peeking out
beneath the gray tank shirt.Her lover gently stroked a soft line
on the back of the arm,
gathering her fingers in the waiting palm;
grace softened the face with the ache of affection
and the tuff hand curved around
the gentle circle of hip
with a nuzzle of mouth against the temple,
and the weathered heart pulsed
red with love and stories to tell.In August
A cell of heat the size of a city block
rises amidst a field of asphault
leaving the heavy air motionless,
unable to leave the exhalation of sunlight
as it hangs, dripping onto everything
lingering like an old woman’s rose perfume.
