Tonight's Poet Corner: The Loiterer

The Loiterer
by Belinda Roddie

Well, stick a rose behind my ear,
dress me all in purple, and dip my
fingers in rainbow sprinkles. Just
make sure my new suit doesn't have
any stubborn wrinkles. The sugar
on my skin is a perfect rival to the
salt, the perspiration clinging to my
hair as I begin my solo waltz. I'm

hoping that you'll notice me outside
the grocery store, where I'm radiating
sunlight like a human prism. You never
really liked me, but maybe we can
mend this schism. Take off the woolen
gloves, and soon, the chill will turn
to heat. My dancing might be wild,
but my smile may just have you beat.

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