it was still night but not at all dark

 

 

when the madmen cut the grass open

so we could pass

 

we swam across the cherry creek

with my cane in his mouth 

 

something was burning

when we reached the shore 

 

no need for thankyous

he said

 

as I hiked my skirt up

to my hips

 

no need for thankyous 

 

 

 





Poetry by Lourdes
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Written on 2007-05-22 at 12:11

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