Sometimes it’s all they wear,
these wayward princesses
basking in the sun;
not the Risky Business
“future’s so bright” kind,
but the way the tree slants
just right kind,
for leafy shadow tattoos.
They choose the warmest
part of day and make their me
-andered way to forest floor and
bare themselves
(feet first, of course)
and feel the breeze on skin
and the way tomorrow-hope
might begin at any moment.
::
In November, we poem.
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