Diversion Poem by William B. Deutscher

Diversion

Green hills,
her skills
viewed in depth.
The lady ran
with waving hand,
speaking fast
and out of breath;
she made it last
all the day,
her beauteous way
and scented tease
on bended knees
in country field -
a kiss this sealed,
a wink of rhyme,
a blink of time.

Sunday, February 18, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: rhyme
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