Just Yesterday
for J.C.S.

as womanish as can be
too pretty, too short

I taste and I see
I wait and I weigh her,
in arms about her

with arms about her, elevate her

put her down
place feet upon
carpeted, wooden floor
remember when she’d fall
when she stood up

some men fall
when they look at her
in love or literally

team of sailors see her
sea turns against them
seeing the size of her
pumpkins and melons
their boat capsized
boy did she laugh


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2007
2:50 a.m. 21/08/07