Oh

(Art schooling)

The beautiful wife (twice my age)
of a famous man
took us to a park to draw.

Later (in a dream),
I asked her why she didn’t hit on me
and why we didn’t make love.

Why do you think we didn’t?
she asked.

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2 Responses to “Oh”

  1. donna says:

    I’m liking your poetry…

  2. donna says:

    also printing to read on the plane

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