POEM TO THE EDITOR
April, After The Shower
Under the rainbow
In a world as sparkling clean
As washed crystal
The tulip bud swells and colors
At the end of a pale green wand,
The fat pink earthworm
Jiggles on the wet asphalt,
And the eager young man
Still holding up the umbrella
Goes right on talking sweet dirty
Into his girlfriend’s ear –
Until he blushes
At his own cheekiness
And loses the moment.
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DOROTHY MUNCH
Oneonta
