Fibonacci: I See You'Ve Grown Up Poem by Caryl Ramsdale

Fibonacci: I See You'Ve Grown Up



She
primps
her like
reflection
streaks a tall mirror
ads height to her petite portrait
tiny Tiffany’s tresses tossed about by hot air
flyaway feathery silken mane circles yawning dimples—almond shaped eyes peek through

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