Poem: Cotton Slip
Cotton Slip.
.
.
What a rare pleasure
To walk along behind her
In the sunshine,
Past the city plane trees.
Each time she steps through the light
I see the shadow of her body
Through a light cotton dress.
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.
By Jaksie on April 19th, 2010
Cotton Slip.
.
.
What a rare pleasure
To walk along behind her
In the sunshine,
Past the city plane trees.
Each time she steps through the light
I see the shadow of her body
Through a light cotton dress.
.
.