Poetry Series #69: Untitled

in poetry •  7 years ago 

Your hips weaves from south to north
The fisherman smiles at the one
but the fisherman does not smile.
When he looks at the oyster gentleman
and the shaken ocean
you magnify slowly
into a thicket to discover your business,
The son smiles at the elder.

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