Après Midi
Garden City is busythe people, hustle and bustle
Madam waters her plants
watching the throng below.
It is not quite Midday
but she sips
from her glass.
Her balcony is compact
yet it is her garden
and this afternoon
she will sit
and contemplate her feet.
No, she is not sad
she has resignation and
this afternoon she will listen
to lovers in clandestine games
she will smile,
reminisce,
pat down her skirt
over ample thighs
and recall
before
Après Midi
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2016-02-06 at 19:29
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