The shape of wind
Looked like a greasy bacon sandwich
I heard the scream of excitement
As the float passed us on new easy wheels
That stayed on this time
Looking over the heads of the crowd
I could see the return
of the shirtless man in apartment 3B
I have been told that nothing good
Comes of his beautiful body on display
through his window for all to see
Don’t let his smile fool you
He breaks hearts like others collect stamps
There is value in stamps, you get nothing
For a broken heart…

© Anita Dawes 2021