Intrusions of Red

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When you walked away,
you were already half gone.
I just didn’t see it

though I should have guessed.
Rouge, crimson lips, high heels
after the rain. All that elegance.

Proud and aroused, I fawned
in your perfumed wake.
What are we celebrating?

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Poet Laureate of Ellensburg, WA. Author of Gifts to the Attentive forthcoming from Winter Goose Publishing. mishiepoet.com @mishiepoet

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Poet Laureate of Ellensburg, WA. Author of Gifts to the Attentive forthcoming from Winter Goose Publishing. mishiepoet.com @mishiepoet

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