Hugging the light post,
Like a sweet sugar cane.
Swinging herself,
Around and around.
Her skirts fly up
Her skirts fly down.
Her mirthful laughter runs away,
Away in a whirpool of whispering breeze.
Red shoes like Dorothy's,
Tapping away on the sidewalk,
Seem to have a life of their own.
She wears a stole,
A rich, red stole.
It cuddles around her neck,
Flows down her subtle cleavege.
I falter in my step,
Cross the street,
Looking both ways.
Approaching the shining doll,
Her giggles caress my ears.
Pause.
Red-blood lips,
Jet-black eyelids,
Gin perfume.
"Want some company?" she asks,
And tears away my ears.
I heave on the yellow-brick road.
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