06 July 2007

All the Pretty Maids

all the pretty maids stand in a row
waiting for their blossoms to emerge

two and three at a time, riotous, flashes
of color over the green, the voices bleared

through the air, quick brushstrokes of paint, now
here, now there, such a pleasant portrait

to contemplate as the sun stares down, streaking
their hair with gold and red, the copper, the brass

to line pockets, the pretty maids, with their
placid hands gathering, always gathering their

blossoms back to their sides, palm against palm,
the best way to walk

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