trashy sunglasses – a poem

trashy sunglasses – a poem

was that you
in the red crop top
here as the weather
is dropping into the 70’s
your trashy sunglasses still on
as the setting sun blazed
was it kiwi or coconut
you were heading for
i’ve picked up my dinner
and lotion
and organic bananas
just missed you
now i’m leaving
as you’re arriving
it seems like timing
is
everything
in girlfriends
and organic produce
in the fall
in austin

10-29-18

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