as Kermit called it

my flying tattoo’ed lady

as Kermit called it

Lydia was a dropper

casual discarder of dross

dead tissues keys

anything not needed now

lost spoons on worktops

knives kitty corner of the sink

contact lens in cars

with amazing talents

to step over stuff on the floor

& I wondered aloud

was it those beautiful breasts

made it so

took away her sightline

anything beneath

so’s she couldn’t see?

certainly she saw

there wasn’t a problem

& if any of it was for me

I could pick this up

it seemed

my lady of the high wire

needed a man on the safety net

& right now that was me

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