Today is his birthday.
Late For Summer Weather
He has on
an old light grey Fedora
She a black beret
He a dirty sweater
She an old blue coat
that fits her tight
Grey flapping pants
Red skirt and
broken down black pumps
Fat Lost Ambling
nowhere through
the upper town they kick
their way through
heaps of
fallen maple leaves
still green-and
crisp as dollar bills
Nothing to do. Hot cha!
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2 comments:
LOVE that WCW line turn between the fourth and fifth stanzas, and who could not die over "hot cha."
Really! And the picture is wonderful too--WCW as Pan, in all his Jersey glory.
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