Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Pantyhouse

A relic?   Bare legs are in.  What's a relic in poetry -- flowery language dripping in intense emotion without a slip of a smile?  And in food?  Foods come and go speaking of Michelangelo.

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  1. Susan E. GangelApril 23, 2014 at 12:17 PM

    nothing to indicate the remorse of the seasons
    an the solid weigh-in of her reputation for ire
    all pantries full to bursting

    the crackle of bacon, the fire turned high

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