early winter rose

a fuck-the-bastards mother's disconnected
a secondo donna petulates
a net chatte wants to bark

these trip-mes
this wrong town

then a rare lunch walk
a sweet stun glance a try to break
eyes each other's gaol

her chaperone sensed the trapped
spun like a won't start motor

i kept my walk regretfully
but thank you
early winter rose

Chatte: French for girl cat.

image: poem



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