Purdy …a purdy girl came in light camo’ and washed denim, jangling my way with her baggy legs swishing against another in some, hypnotic, and, subliminal, way, she turns away before her face can truly grace, and instead I’m hammered by my heart’s fervor as her hair cascades over her shoulders in the descent of a burgundy waterfall. She disappears ‘round a corner, only to appear ‘round the next, and sashayed my way with a reserved smile, that spoke more of things we left unheard. M. L. Michael 04-20-05
Purdy
…a purdy girl came in light camo’
and washed denim, jangling my way
with her baggy legs swishing against another
in some, hypnotic, and, subliminal, way,
she turns away before her face can truly grace,,[…]
Every Breath Poetic 