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Buxton Shippy

(7-27-55 / Montego Bay, Jamaica)

Winds and Skirts


...it was the hem of her skirt I saw;
the wind, though blowing lightly,
revealed the contours of her frame.
Wished I could say I was not moved.

The host whisked her into a room
but the aroma of her perfume lingered.
Were I to see her face again,
I would not recognized it
but the hem of her skirt, well.

I stood there for an hour
with my face stuck to the pane;
my facial image is still there,
yet I did not see her.
I have smelled many perfumes since
and have seen many skirt hems...
What would I give to see her body
sway in the winds?

Submitted: Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Edited: Wednesday, August 31, 2011
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