Contest - Poem by Francis Santaquilani
On a rain-slick,
A tall, thin girl
In a black tee shirt and jeans
Stands on one leg.
Like the herron she watches
On the riverbank.
Her dark hair pasted to her pale face.
Her slick, bare arms at her side.
Each fingertip drips like a faucet.
The rain falls harder.
Heavy clouds sag closer to the river.
Who'll be the first to dropp the other leg?
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