Weakness In the Pool
.
"mother"
shouted hern
from the center of
the hot summer's wet
ringlets drenched
stubby digits raking clear
her Betty Davis
eyne
"toss me the ring buoy"
she pleads
'Twuz i lisping
az hern
popped up
through the buoy
smiling
her excited
hern
alive
glithenin
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2022
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