In The Park

You come up the path &

Laugh like a schoolgirl.

Your breasts flounce silken

Windy day Easter dress.

 

Jean said you were a house

Of worship.

 

We turn to face each other

Let us pray.

 

 

November, 1993

In The Park

You come up the path &

Laugh like a schoolgirl.

Your breasts flounce silken

Windy day Easter dress.

 

Jean said you were a house

Of worship.

 

We turn to face each other

Let us pray.

 

 

November, 1993