Notes from Underground
Monday, August 27, 2012
A Beauty
With pale pink fabric, with floral design
Her skirt clings to her; she cleans a counter-
I gasp, trace from ankle to perfect hip.
If I live through a thousand newborn springs,
I shall not again be so amazed by flowers.
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