Standing aside
a taxi rank femme
lip-gloss reapplied;
tissue blemish

a reverberating petal
held like a small dog
barking softly, its mettle;
moot as heavy mist or light fog

a thick tireless wrist
brushed her hip of tissue pollen
curb side granulae, cast aside sherbet twist
its sugar glazed reminisces stolen,

stolen by the fine clutch
of a candescent bra;
tucked in the cup’s deep reach
hiding her lip spilled, cosmetic scar.


Copyright © 2003 Scott Thouard