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Updated: Jan 24, 2023

Image from Medusa's Kitchen

No longer do my arms rise straight

or palms lie flat to catch the drop,

my body balance, legs stuck out,

wide open mouth and eyes tight shut.

This gay abandon, once was said,

sheer inhibition flung about,

as autumn gold rains, falls about,

old nature ready for the grave

from where it springs, new life again.

This acorn, girl by toggle-hold,

oakleaf, like logo, on the red,

those genes well grounded, growing life,

her sole revealed in ecstasy.

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Jes Derry
Jes Derry
07. Jan. 2023

A lovely poem Stephen

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