Soft and Unafraid
.
'gainst the cold ladder she rests
which run up the red aging bricks
in the alley
on a gray September day
Did this sylph belong there
in her
snug light blue jeans
and hugging purple
enticing top
she seemed comfortable
Her gaze was
soft
and unafraid
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2012
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