Giraffic
I lever
through the sweat the noise the dirt the traffic
(knowing she
smiles somewhere, all brown and gentle hills),
gnu-like
legs unsplay,
crookback unscrews like new.
Under her
softink waterfall her eyes a-beckon
somewhere,
here, in Bangkok
--Duane Vorhees
--Duane Vorhees
This poem makes me smile and chuckle
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