A summer apple
Round and full dripping sweet juice
Snap, fall, tumble. Rest.
River in a river
Lilypad meanders
Whooshing sweetly by
Swirl, swirl, stop
Lazy circles as it falls
Crunch underneath
Sunday afternoon
Cherry trees and lemonade
Sour, tart, stolen kiss
Eye lashes and lips
Shaved pits and period pants
A woman’s burden
I can’t hear you
Mr. Little Red Dot
I told you to stop stalking me
Pain as a color
Goddess Pose and tampax pearl
Jam out to Bob Dylan
-Robin S.
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