Off Topic: Today’s Verse 74

In the filtered rows upon rows of hamlets and picnic tables,
a lady dances with no shoes on,
oh, she cracks along the boundary
between desert and deciduous lanterns
with antlers for ears;

I often said she wanted a red garland
to wrap around her ankle,
right, so the left might remember how to stand
still, mirroring power lines or neckties in the finite wrinkle, underneath checkered napkins
of white and blue

Splinters entranced into skin,
a lady forgets with fire.

— yiqi 30 may 2014 12:06 am

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