Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Almost Rubber Chickens

As youth, we were flamboyant,
Emitting auras of sexy colors…
Slaves to nature, we were peacocks,
Living only to attract others.

Years later we crossed paths again,
Shocked at how we’ve weathered…
Not only were our memories false,
We’re both molted, and so un-feathered.

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