Foxy ponytail got a sharp tongue,
her pretty jade eyes blink-blink lashes
really cut to the chase
Keep the skirt hounds on the run,
obsession scent spur their mad dashes
Her pause give ‘em all a digital trail erase
She cracks the estrogen whip ...
let cheeky fools taste the pointed quip,
if they don’t mane macho lying back down
Amelia Earhart flygirl cool attitude,
soaring pioneer spirit air-to-ground
Indie Anna Jones' outback boots
love kicking the salty sea dogs around
Never yet met a man to meet her match;
to strike her fire
with a sincere, fingertip touch
Self-reliant souls are the hardest catch,
free space desire
oxygenate a bonding kiss rush
Indie Anna Jones
is looking for the next archeology dig site
to soul carbon date
So dust off the adventurous bones,
have a hopeful heart that’s gonna do right
And you just Dr. Feelgood might
be her perfect mate
With little regret they have left
flown upon the barest breeze
floated upon an updraft weightless.
Currents unseen have stirred the oval frames
formed in the early light of fragrant Spring
and lifted from the pistils core, the wing.
How high, beyond the branches they did fly
and float, upon the shred of taciturn air to ground
to lay in porcelain fragility upon the greenest grass.
They rest now, upon the pastures mossy green
and curl their edges inward, as do we all,
when left to lay ‘pon holy ground.
Date: 1/23/13
Poet: Debbie Guzzi
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