It Happened One Night
IT HAPPENED ONE NIGHT
Not a knockout to begin with
Dubious the juices beneath her skin
Hortense Winesap was a last resort
(after all the callers had needs)
She sat around the house
Feeling bruised and unwanted
Hoping every knock on the door
Would lead to a last of the sweet packages
Would lead to her needed fulfillment
But finally the late traffic stopped
Poor Hortense was left all alone
All sad and faded-red
A big truck pulled-up outside
Shook her shook her off the table
She rolled onto the bare floor
Split wide open –
The forgotten apple
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2010
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