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Time Passes Poem


Time Passes Poem

by David Stone

Saturday morning
the aging veteran of romance
smokes alone, still in bed
his coffee almost needing a refill
thinking about it
There is sun in the window
neighborhood sounds coming up
He has just taken up a new career
having begun to seduce
thin Jewish girls
who belong to other men
Here she comes now
She is leaving the bathroom
Her long legs are bare
Her beautiful hair brushstrokes
the sweet upper rim of her ass
He thinks this could become the perfect profession
provided, of course, her husband never finds out

See also: Tuning Fork


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