Updated: Jan 24
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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.
Published by Medusa’s Kitchen https://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/2023/01/old-fashioned-joy.html