Thursday, May 16, 2013

The Pout

She stands in the middle of the sidewalk,
Stopped for all to see.
Gather 'round.
I'm getting my pout on.

Her chin points at the horizon,
The bottom lip strained.
Birds circling overhead salivate at this juicy perch.
She sticks her arms out at her sides.
Her hands are pressed against her lower back,
Mick Jagger mid strut.

Her eyelids flutter partially sealed.
Half-closed because she wants to show
That she doesn't care what we think.
Half-open because she wants to see if we notice.  

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