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By Charles Bukowski Submitted by chris Date: 2007 Mar 21 Comment on this Work [[2007.03.21.23.31.3233]] |
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Sunday, I am eating a grapefruit, church is over at the Russian Orthadox to the west. she is dark of Eastern descent, large brown eyes look up from the Bible then down. a small red and black Bible, and as she reads her legs keep moving, moving, she is doing a slow rythmic dance reading the Bible. . . long gold earrings; 2 gold bracelets on each arm, and it's a mini-suit, I suppose, the cloth hugs her body, the lightest of tans is that cloth, she twists this way and that, long yellow legs warm in the sun. . . there is no escaping her being there is no desire to. . . my radio is playing symphonic music that she cannot hear but her movements coincide exactly to the rythms of the symphony. . . she is dark, she is dark she is reading about God. I am God. |