This is just poetry. It won't save you, but it may locate you so that a rescue party can be sent out. — Dean Blehert

Tuesday, May 19, 2009


The girl in the loose blouse
and no bra walks past looking
straight ahead with no smile,

but I smile, and her boobs
bounce their laughter in reply.

[Note on form: This happens to be, roughly, in a Japanese form called "tanka."]

Dean Blehert
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