Today in the alley, the wind tossing
paper cups kissed bright red, an ally
twisting to blend and dance among brown leaves,
removed evidence of a lover’s quick tryst –
rushing from one of the tall glass towers,
racing to meet his golden flame,
what a dream come true this must have seemed to him,
her waiting lips painted a shade to entice,
her hair slipping out of its knot, wind blown
beauty pitching his heart among the trash.
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Wow! I like this poem of yours, Mary! I enjoyed how the wind played with and participated in the lovers’ tryst. It was the element that kept your poem dancing. 🙂
Thanks, Meghan 🙂
Crushing.
I know! Not at all what the poor guy thought he was getting into 🙂
I consider him fortunate to get beat up so good…lucky guy.