One
hundred kinds of beautiful
There was no more beauty than the shine on
you
coming up that long hill wearing flowers
not even struggling for a minute in your
heels
my heart fired high as the top piston in the mine-head
bringing the underground car back to
surface
here at ground zero I get
to say hello
you still go faster in high heels than me
with my walker
and I wish I’d brought my stick so I could
hold your hand
we eat lunch you
remind me to stick to
vegetarian sometimes things too new aren’t yet ground into the quick
there’s never anyone but you when it comes to being free
for me I note this
small boy he is pulled back
by his mum
don’t look at that man
in the dress
I wish I could tell her
no
Absolutely love this. Great title too.
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