#283. lost

June 4, 2010

without a word
the little girl
draws me in
small and bouncing flirt
who pushes me
to my memories
of my own children
lost so long ago
that only their vague shapes
remain to me

Do the biology.
It’s the internet dimension
Down in the uptown train.
Fleeting riveted flirt
Rebel poetry princessa
Bronze flashing
Angry aware
Of her own unconscious
Wary smile.

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