Ode To An Altar Boy - Poem by Loverta Holloway
Stanch, majestic style, signs of inner grace.
Hair combed, folded hands, angelic face
Poised ready for action, center stage
Higher rank than a Nobleman's page
Perfect each task, you have every eye
But lo! your sneaks you forgot to tie!
Drifters Driftwood, dry, barren
Gracing a glass table top
How lonely, midst life
Naked in a floral shop
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