Tousled thunderous mischief-making clouds
A double rainbow to the west
Like kids kissing in the crosswalk
Mouths dealing with big new teeth
The barista provided oxygen to me
Says she saw lightning, “Two of them!”
Tatjana, she’s pretty
With daddy’s valet’s nose
And mommy’s interdisciplinarity
Her arc is on shuffle
Brisk, golden muscles
Smoking hot thighs.
Later that night
All alerts high
All responses elevated
She’s like
I’m like
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Copyright 2025
Randy Stark
She passed on in Santa Barbara. I looked her up. This poem is for you.
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