This is a repost of a spoken word poem that I wrote in a challenge several years ago. I came across it and thought I would share..
Cyclone Cyndi
drank a tipped back mint green
black strap drink wearing a
diamond on her shoulder
and long coils of raw silk
falling off her back-just rising
off sea breeze where she had
spent the day, saying Cyndi
do cool, rule, fuel the day with a
mind boggling denouement.
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