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Part 2 of the 2 part series

Updated 03/05/2021
Created 03/13/2004
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2rivers
2rivers
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-introduction by moisture:
I am his sweet gooey pond
sticky below his fragrant flower
proper pruned to be,
just so

-flash back:
living in a foot hill cave
he runs to look down
waiting for the two inch heeled
mountain knobbed clog lady with great mirth and happy hair

-flash forward:
straws chock full of syrup
hard to suck due the chunks
of banana and berry,
they gape below the sun vacuum cheeked all rosy and cute

-secondary and primary characters:
the lone elk and wedded pair of wild boar
are dispatched with ease
to dinner and a show with extra butter
so waffle stomper woman can rest her curious poetic head

-real life:
he beams like a coal miner’s headlight
all switches on
he watches the semaphore dancing across her forehead
she dreams of spice and soft touch with edge

2rivers
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jenny_katytdidjenny_katytdidalmost 4 years ago
you

love love love you your waffle stomping woman

SeattleRainSeattleRainabout 20 years ago
perfect

down to the waffle stomper woman. Accessable, visual, visceral. Perfect.

Maria2394Maria2394about 20 years ago
such images

fantastic, reminiscent of long lost dreams

( and such)

I wish I could take a bath

in your beautiful mind

and scrub my face and feet

with all your tingly words

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