Jade
Jade
She sits moon-stil
in the low tide of the afternoon
ebbing the annoying scum after a robust ingress...
A breeze from the bay, goose-bumped her breast
and her eyes stabbed at jaded notes
on ruffled sheets…..
Copyright © Neil Mcdonald | Year Posted 2011
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