A mother, she was, to more than one
Her Irish energy darting about from
Stick-home to rocky shores and
Easy to imagine her line
Of cloth diapers, white cotton flapping
On the rope she wrangled to the height
Of her square shoulders
In search of the perfect spot
To catch the sea breeze
And southern bleach of sun
If your glimpse was timed
The winds peeled back
Her wraparound flowered skirt
To reveal lean legs, and a tanned hip
As smooth as a water-worn boulder on shore
A place of want to rest your head and lips.
Her fruit peeled by the whip of air
But she never reached to close her sarong
As she smiled with clothespins set
Between pearls of teeth,
Free with her lover, breeze.
Her Irish energy darting about from
Stick-home to rocky shores and
Easy to imagine her line
Of cloth diapers, white cotton flapping
On the rope she wrangled to the height
Of her square shoulders
In search of the perfect spot
To catch the sea breeze
And southern bleach of sun
If your glimpse was timed
The winds peeled back
Her wraparound flowered skirt
To reveal lean legs, and a tanned hip
As smooth as a water-worn boulder on shore
A place of want to rest your head and lips.
Her fruit peeled by the whip of air
But she never reached to close her sarong
As she smiled with clothespins set
Between pearls of teeth,
Free with her lover, breeze.
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