And old.
Fierce wind
whips ‘round me,
loosens and scatters
the dried leaves
of weary, winter fears
and leaves me
almost naked.
Everyone,
anyone
can see me!
No full-grown leaves of modesty
to cover my blemishes,
the turn of my limbs,
my knobby wrists and elbows.
My begging arms,
my ancient, grounded roots
apparent.
I tremble,
springing
with the rush of air.
Shake with the dread
of being judged
too...
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My little girl likes candy,
My little girl likes sweets,
My little girl wants a ‘dandy’,
My little girl weeps.
My little girl is a museum piece,
My little girl likes goats,
My little girl rides alone,
My little girl chokes.
My little girl is a beauty,
My little girl wins the prize,
My little girl is a nature lover,
My little girls’ the right size.
Big and little, strong and weak,
Lonely for love...
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