Thoughts await their turn, sit by. The big
ones sigh – sometimes construe and try
to hide behind a dreamy Springtime hue
of baby green-y grasses, cream-blue skies –
hoping to distract you from their size.
The wily ones all exercise: reflexive orange,
purple-red exertions make them snake
and sweat and writhe until they’re über-fit:
fold leg!, arc arm!, bulge gut!, bend hip! –
seeking to sneak friendship with some
inadvertent inclination you have puffed their
way. They bet on what you’ll think today.
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