“You only get one body, but you can always change your mind”

“You only get one body, but you can always change your mind”

Maiday

Was summer.
Her yellow dress
and long hair seemed,
against the sky,
a reflection –
some memory made bright
by the light or the heat.
It’s hard
when you want to love.
She wanted a picnic
and was enthralled
with cut bread and green,
endless views.
I remember those ants
scurrying about, working
to survive, sliding
distrust of necessity
that was a plate
with sliced fruit.

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