Humidity is a killer;

makes the mind sweat

and curl up like the

red-haired little girl’s

ribbon knots and the

tragic guts.

When the bliss is gone,

her hair draws a straight-up

line, and her eyes are

wide shut to the white

feather hats and all the

butterflies.

Her fingers move, her

lips donate him a kiss;

she flies for miles and miles

from an open window or

a closed door; who really

cares anymore?

S