The parable of the flowers and the lovelorn man……
She was a perfect beauty. She danced nightly on a stage in Killeen, Texas. I went nightly and I waited for my tainted beauty to finish her work. She emulate content and untamed woman. Accepted money for dancing to the Bob Seger and Jim Morrison tunes.
We befriended at a Austin, Texas poetry reading. I was the back-up poet for the three day gathering. I read one simple poems and she joined me.
” The parable of the flowers
The paragon of nature. Giving us perfect beauty and secret places to rest. Her beauty generously shared and given without demanding payment.
I caressed the wildflowers in the valley and I remembered my Southern beauty dancing barefooted and submerged in the gift of nature. Her auburn hair flowing in the gentle wind and the blessed sun kissed her bare shoulders and legs…
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