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Plunge
A blonde pair
dove into a sunshower,
it was tea time
tourquoise, breezy,
then all gold.
Lanky lady, embroidered man
a certain sarcasm,
all in a decent show
a theatre trance,
they dance, feel alive again
after death knoll,
writer's block...
Laden heavy
with honey braids
the woman pulls away
as evening arrives,
tangerine scent,
spiked stars.
The two prance home
to a grey brick ranch
Degas prints line the wall
there is touch of a
sincere vision, as the woman's
face drops down a notch,
eyes kiss.
~Linda Etheridge
Linda is widely published on the Internet and in print. She writes, "I live in a quiet Connecticut town with a soft grey kitty and a very kind man." Email.
© 1999 by Linda Etheridge. All Rights Reserved.
© 2000-2002 by Cayuse Press. All Rights Reserved.
This page updated April 23, 2002.