Twine


He sketches her hair in graphite,

her thoughts on the tip of his ball point pen,

then sets her near the window so she will flutter  in the wind 

and  all the neighbors can see 

how happy 

he makes her

—-

Outside, young ankles twine  free midst  sweet pea vines climbing sun beams



 

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