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John Dorroh

Threesome

I swear I wasn’t eavesdropping or spying 
on the young couple as they waded into sea
oats, bedded in dunes of white sand, spread wings 
like the albatross who didn’t have a plan, 
living on silver minnows & insects that fly 
like miniature missiles in the salt breeze. 
They forded into my marsh, unaware that someone 
was there, stretched out on a blanket, bare chest facing 
the early summer sun. I was there first. I like to read 
& sip my botanicals. They could have left if they’d seen 
my spread, but I swear there was room for all of us. 
They lay so close that I heard her scratch his beard 
with the back of her hand. I also heard their conversation,
grimaced each time the oats cried out in pain,
arching their backs, pressing flesh into terrycloth.
It was a bold architecture & left me wondering
if it had been their first threesome.

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THE COURTSHIP OF WINDS

© 2015 by William Ray

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