Glenn McCrary
Makita VII: Gypsy’s Creak
Her hair sways
Like a gypsy’s hips in summer
Young, seasoned, and ripe
Was the frame of her smile
Voice knocking upon
The fences of freedom
Swooning men of her choice
Before the suave, sleek edges
Fashioning the finesse that is
This dactylic wonderland
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