By Kenneth Sorenson

21st Century

She pass by him, thinking
He feels her, yes
ahh, what a sculpture!
inhale her
She feel his eyes
like an oriental meal.
warming her all the way
Her presence is like
to her heart.
innumerable roses in the wind.
He is strong
She is fair
like an old beech-three,
like mother earth,
she thinks and drift
he thinks and drift

DayPoems Poem No. 1277
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The DayPoems Poetry Collection,
Timothy Bovee, editor

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