the story of her ink circles and lines, my eyes
follow moves, ‘twas the season
tribal lines, lithe, attractive, sensual moves
making music, ‘twas the season
six of one, half the other, so he said
she did not follow, ‘twas the season
railroad set meant for play, link the tracks,
roll the train, not chew chew, ‘twas the season
shadows falling upon ten lawyers
with twenty opinions, ‘twas the season
can they count the tenement steps, not knowing
cellar coal bins, ‘twas the season
side door now fresh painted, easy to do
how didn't Steve know, ‘twas the season
one of two responses to the challenge for the Franklin Senior Center's writers group.
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