an overripe peach
is sitting on the pavement
poaching in the sun
a dark and terrible bird is perched
on the wires above
and i am perfectly arranged on the porch
in an olive dress and matching shoes
perchance today someone will
move me out of the sun
or bring me down from my wire
or look my way
until then the passerby excuse themselves
with a touch
or a glance
or a taste
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