Thursday, October 19, 2017


It's sad how something about the care-
free way this woman at the beach strolled 
up--her breasts just hanging 
as they hang, her smile unclouded 
by the areas of loose skin around her power-
ful striding thighs, her sway apologizing for neither 
excess nor lack of sexuality, her glance 
not checking for other glances, her joy
beaming from skin not fretted 
over as too pale or too dark, her whole body 
vibrating with the power of not being 
judged as right or wrong but just freely 
and forcefully existing--that told me 
she wasn't from here, even before spoke.

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