Two Peaches Kissing
thin - old bedspread
clashes with fringe
on a lamp shade -
a glass shower door -
seltzer bubbling
garbage can full..
one more cigarette -
all packed.
a red tipped cane
supports a cold
wall - near, two
peaches kissing.
clock ticking on a
nearby bed stand,
hear the lady with
a spray can - closer
past departing time
a knock on the door -
the cane hits the rug
she doesn't talk, her
feet must be wrapped
in rubber
smell the disinfectant
she will reach - to feel
fuzz, from two peaches
kissing
I'll tell her they are mine.
Nancy Duci Denofio
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