Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Invisible always, visible.

If in creasing it flirts or flatters to enhance
Your beauty then invite it--dignity too.

But, woman in a hat, now,
Does it enhance you?

Written words in public, there, they--aren't you?

Ducks crossing the atmosphere where you work,
Your venerability growing rich with lines--

Invisible always, visible. I only came here
Because you roused my suspicion and I looked--

My question was loud and ceaseless in the quiet of the

Ford's dream--its watery flue.

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