Pink
petals wild blown
accumulate in drifts
fill gutters,
kerbs billow into puffed up pillows.
Bared bottom leaves tilt up
and wiggle, pale undersides
frolic nude.
Baited by sunlight,
naked limbs are dared
to risk exposure
so piercing beams,
when whisked up
with sea-cooled gusts,
buff white skin
pink.
CLP 01/05/2018
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