YOU HAVE GENIUS
YOU HAVE GENIUS WRITTEN ALL OVER YOUR FACE
Watching kids play tag in the glaring sun
I catch a glimpse of their future selves
There a secretary and you a wiry bicycle
courier or street urchin? So androgynous
in your Tilly hat you may be nymph or gnome
She calls you Simon and you laugh with wild
abandon Little yellow clogs barely hold your
pigeon toes Simon I think I love you
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Summer 2011
songanddancegirl 