moonbeams and fireflies: new poems
Thursday, July 25, 2013
fertilizer
old lady chatterly,
tipsy in the afternoon
from dry madeira,
would giggle
at her own naughty humor,
patting her fallen bosom
with glove of white lace:
"my gardener used to say
a rose is too smart
to fart--"
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