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skinnydipper

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he stripped down
and threw his clothes
in a plot of mulch
and marigolds

and when he took them
again, they smelled
of rusty petals,
of rich, wooden night,
making him pause

and inhale with his nose
as he stood by the pond,
in the moonlight,
the water on his skin
dripping into the mulch
where the orangish blooms
of the marigolds grew.
POEMADAY


quickie. will work a little more seriously on my stuffs tomorrow.

also, it's apparently flash fiction month? BAHHHHH-- perhaps i'll go ahead and write one or two anyway, even if i've already missed the first few days.
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PoorEccentric's avatar
You'd think he'd be more careful about what gets on his clothes.

I've been participating in FFM. You can probably tell from the sudden influx of stories from me and that I haven't been commenting. It's good fun though.