Ice Cream
Skinny-hipped girlswith arms like willow branches
giggle over ice cream and texts
lower backs winking
with each lean and laughlurch
couture-lidded eyes
blinking
teasing
biting plastic spoons
they flutter from their table
and pixie past mine
a pink cloud of
strawberries and shampoo
I breathe deep
and adjust my hipster glasses
Poetry by Rapscallion
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Written on 2009-02-16 at 05:46
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