school of soft steps,
deer jitterbugger.
is that perfume i am sentsing?
up tattoo lane is a fortnight, a bakers dozen, & a blue moon decision for performance.
welcomes the ink, the soft undulations monitoring happenings like a hidden stellar jay over the plaza.
some months, some days, some ways exalting in glamorous sweet romances, of rose hips &
woman hips,
stark fir, fungus remnants.
sweet archetypes of western talkers, who knew so much about jazz & the blues,
because,
things are more the way they are now than they've ever been before.
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