Lawrence Ferlinghetti

Rookie (Bronxville, New York)

London Crossfigured - Poem by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

creeping with trams
and the artists on sundays
in the summer
all ‘tracking Nature'
in the suburbs
could have been anyplace
but it wasn't
It was
and when someone shouted over
that they had got a model
I ran out across the court
but then
when the model started taking off
her clothes
there was nothing underneath
I mean to say
she took off her shoes
and found no feet
took off her top
and found no tit
under it
and I must say she did look
a bit
just standing there
looking down
at where her legs were
But so very carefully then
she put her clothes back on
and as soon as she was dressed again
she was completely
all right
Do it again! cried someone
rushing for his easel
But she was afraid to
and gave up modelling
and forever after
slept in her clothes

Topic(s) of this poem: london

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 30, 2015

Poem Edited: Monday, March 30, 2015

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