John W. McEwers
Her Walk - Poem by John W. McEwers
Waddling, she is.
And I want that waddle.
I want to be the uneven sidewalk beneath her undersized feet.
They are so small I can't believe she walks upright.
And I want her like warm rain
refrshing to the touch of my
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