Lifter Poem by Richard George
Lifter
Swoop
to the biscuits; in/
out the swing-door.
Mixed race. Actress.
She's rangy seconds well away.
Do I tell the college authorities?
Would I want her to hang, for some cookies?
A dare among girlfriends?
A protest at pornography
on the top shelf ('I'm not paying pigs') ?
Or had her loan expired?
I feel for eagles held up
by churlish farmers, limp.
A sequel, when I have wings.
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