8/16/08_1978_Pencil_Drawing4 Poem by Betina Hershey Russo
She loves to sit there, nude,
placing her beads on strings,
leaning down to find
that one gorgeous blue bubble
of imperfect glass
to slip onto the vivid red strand
that will dangle from his neck,
sweeping and careening
as off he rushes out
towards the next catastrophic adventure.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
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