Ramona In a Hammock
not brown grass, not spindle trees
nor sloppy suns embrace you;
you sway in a summer hammock,
your shape unique,
a collection of eyes and glass;
no description; time has limped to stop,
the hours windless,
a girl at quiet under the sky
Copyright © Leslie Philibert | Year Posted 2017
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