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Perhaps Perhaps it
was the evening Collapsing
around the day Coaxing out
the night birds Cats slowly
stalking prey, Fireflies
and crickets Frogs
echoing in the dusk, On the cusp
of spring and Summer, it
was then I smelled
the musk, A sweet
exotic perfume Entrancing
in the air, I saw her
coming naked She didn’t
see my stare, Perhaps it
was the water In the pool
that lovely night, Who thought
that going Swimming,
would stick To memory
so tight. Stephen
Nesbitt © From “Running Into Summer” 1:01 PM May 15, 2009 |
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