Just a rough draft

I am

Thinking now

About the sensation

Of dirty toes tickling

The cool brush

My back outstretched on bank

Of lily pad bay

My eyes wide

Focused on tufts drifting across

Big sky

Where lonely is

A suitcase with the bare

Essentials

Essence of secrecy in

The gazes exchanged

Between me,

what waxing cycle will have me

And the essence of nobody

To trust in translation

No body

To speak my version of

Barefoot back to me

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