the leaves
short fiction, prose-poetry, small stones
15.1.13
15
7:55am.
Walking past the swimming pool
48 degrees (Fahrenheit)--
steam rises from heated aqua-blue striped glass:
Wet-headed girl in denim
short-shorts rushes off--
cold-reddened thighs plump as two turnips
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