Anonymously I Turned Her Over Poem by James McLain

whistling kicking purple
pebbles
is tall grass watching
familiar eyes i copy
falling back waiting
peeking through Hubble
at you
i have a buyer
for a price
you think that
i know you are not alone
Tarzan mixed his rice
with yours
now you wait this long to say
that it is wild
your cupo soup smells of fish
i sleep in ponds lilies tonight
with pink eye of moon..she
never asks questions
just turns it over autonomously.