To My Friend Rose

To My Friend Rose You are reading a trashmag and your eyes are in shadow. An observer would not see your green, green eyes. You are flicking through the pages, scanning quickly As you drink your tea from your china rose blue, blue mug. “Oh for god’s sake, she’s not pregnant”, you exclaim. An observer might note your leading lady beauty mole And your blue mug, your slimline skirt, your high heels, Your shirt pulled taut across your sporty shape, But not see The loyalty, friendship, generosity Love dammit, in those green eyes But I do (lucky me) Sue Heggie]]>

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