half-moon at the trapdoor

Poem #12 from Small Town Kid

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twin pink half-moon
expanses of flesh protrude
almost disembodied
from a snug fit
that seals the wooden circle
tightly

two small watchers
suppress a giggle
overawed at the sight
stolen through the gap
at the top
of the trapdoor


© Frank Prem 2009

Small Town Kid Poem 13: the dawn of civilisation

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