Wednesday 18 January 2012

WINTER'S NAKED CHERRY TREES



We passed by the mill for a while
the cherry trees stripped bare
nude, but for Winter's leather & lace.
The wife in heelies, draped like glory in nylon
a mistress to nature, like a fetish embrace.
Me in plump normal shoes (without holes)
a completely free rambler
with nothing strapped on
to inhibit my pace.


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