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Poetry Challenge - March - Heels

 Stood Up

I think I took too long to get here.
That’s why he left.

But the skirt I wore is rather short,
and it is quite windy today.

So, yes, “I’ll take the coffee to go,
With a chocolate muffin thrown in.”

The cars stop as I cross,
And the sun kisses my skin.

There’s a sweet stickiness on my lips;
Heels tapping on the sidewalk.

I feel taller as I wear my sunglasses,
And sexy as I hail a cab home.


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