eyes on the pines
across the road
I wait for
its orange orb
to pull clear
of the trees,
like the glimpse
of underboob
between arms crossed
before the hem
of the shirt
gets pulled up
eyes on the pines
across the road
I wait for
its orange orb
to pull clear
of the trees,
like the glimpse
of underboob
between arms crossed
before the hem
of the shirt
gets pulled up
