Blushing for Strawberries
The queer little girl
with brown shimmer hair,
the light bounce in a step,
the curl of her hips-
which ensnares.
With bobbed wire fingers,
and cut simple brow,
a hold on silk lips,
peppered dashes-
for eyebrows.
A walk with passion
a quip with intent
to changing to a saunter
and peering down
then up from cement.
A man never sees it coming,
and never will,
from a girl blushing
over strawberries-
from behind the till.
-Matthew Koutzun
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