Outside of Us

Her stockings swayed beneath the blue.
Their heels were crying out to you.
But never would they walk again
Amongst the legs of lying men
Or tread on daybreak’s glassy dew.

A mourning dove cast out a coo.
Ten prying eyes dashed forth to view
This carnal scene inside the glen.
Her stockings swayed

Three feet away they found a shoe.
Its skin was scratched but clearly new.
The war within this grassy pen
was quite beyond harsh vulture’s ken.
Into the wild, afar they flew.
Her stockings swayed


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