Congress Park
Saratoga Springs
NY 1800’s
come, smile
look at me
you, with a parasol
held high above
your head –
such white skin
get closer,
no curves in
your spine, or
elsewhere on
your person –
you,
sitting so straight
occupying wooden
chairs – scattered
along a path,
chairs of spindle –
match your back
cross over,
I’m relaxing,
with my leg’s
crossed, back
straight –
staring at you
while I suck – my
pipe.
women…
all of you carry
parasols – sexy,
beautiful, but alone.