She Focused on His Lip's
His pointer finger
twisted around the
trigger of his gun
then tucked into
a pocket of his
three piece suit.
The woman stared,
and focused on a
cherry he bit
between his lip's.
Both rolled in
grass.
Both disappeared -
he left his gun.
Nancy Duci Denofio
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MUSIC is POETRY are words we hear day and night, words which flow together and become a part of our day.
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