Monday, September 3, 2018

The Nude

The nude, anachronistic,
Elegant figure
Without a purpose,

Laced up her track shoes,
Tossed her abundant black hair,
And strode out into the night.

She didn’t care she
Was going nowhere.
She was past caring who stared.

In her own mind, she assured
Herself, anyway,
This was all a dream,

And it was, and good for her.
Wish we all dared toss our hair.

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