poem, Wordle

Wordle: Velvety

The Sunday Whirl #292

One Pink-white Tree With No Bluebird

To the two- three- and four-story foothills of a city
somewhere, during one of the sunshine months
with velvety evening palls, the artist adds a demi-
balcony, a half whiskey cask of red geraniums,
blue bike, and a figure dressed to please a lover.
Leaning against the rail to smoke and long
she lacks something…manly. Sweet need
you can almost touch wafts out of the picture
like the stew of strong perfumes from waiting-
room magazines. Can you hear that throaty voice
like pillows, rising from Viagra ads? She whispers:
come.

 

 

 

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