Maria Barbara Korynt
Tan Your Back - Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt
I am searching in pockets before the wash.
I am finding something interesting, or at least
a few salt fingers, that you are
scattering for birds at every occasion
don't forget, take the old umbrella with yourself
when you will go on Sunday still you won't repair
or else there will be no time or willingness
and a wires are sticking out
give back to the woman beside
needing it is certainly knows what with this
prize, to do and still else add a bunch of radishes
it is always a some gesture whom it can bring closer
you must remember, to don't put the face out
to the sun is far, and a wrinkles how to the order,
it will carve to the eternity, about
the back don't worry, we have a curd for it.
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