Meet me in the park
he said
by the silver giraffe
kids sliding down the neck
………..off the tail
…………………watch them sail;

follow the trail
of bee-thick clover
‘neath a crepe paper sun
fashioned with pinking shears
and pollywog ears;

wear pink panties
he said
twirl a circle
show your lace
make that fanciful, funny face.

Previously published in Calliope’s Closet,  Edgar Allan Poet, This Same Small Town in Each of Us; and forthcoming in The Panty Drawer.

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Wanda Morrow Clevenger lives in Hettick, IL―population 200, give or take. She writes mostly non-fiction, but when inspired will kick out some poetry too.

Object(s) to bring back to life: “A pair of ornate dangle earrings from 1973 I fell out of love with long ago and foolishly threw away.”