Spontaneous Poetry: 5/2/14, “The Bench”

I sat on a bench today
Next to the creek
Wide and fast with spring run off.
The sun shone on my peach colored blouse,
The breeze making it flutter and ripple
Like the creek.
I pulled up my hair,
And the breeze blew across my neck
Tickling the tendrils with flirtatious beckoning.
Convincing me
Not to go back to the office.

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