I don't go to the beach
Not at the Atlantic, nor on the University Campus
I tramp
for tea
and sushi
I tramp
for salad
and coffee
I roll for books
and looks
Lawnmower
looks
from red-headed little neighbor girl
whose
father
sees her watching me
craning her neck
Peripheral notice
transfer--
thought--
curious--
...not a little lesbian...
something else
curious
i am always rushing,
i only get as many groceries as I can carry by myself
i have lots of visitors
is that interesting?
It's probably the boys
yes,
it's the boys
Father yells to get her attention
and snaps her head around
with a bark
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I like this poem in particular. There is a strong organic rhythm and the images of the red headed girl with "lawn mower looks" is very vibrant. Your writing is growing stronger.(if this opinion matters)
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