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Frank
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Horticulture
Refusing my scholastic skill as means
to help her grow a garden in her yard,
she utilized the muscles she'd made hard
by breaking ground when, in a shirt and
jeans,
she cultivated oranges and greens.
Her sheer skill sowing pruned my
self-regard.
For it seemed like her planting prowess
sparred
with my book smarts. Indeed. She spilled the
beans
when she began to seed her fecund brain.
As if she'd sensed her academic flaw
engendered a compensatory gain
in me, she gleaned from physics, math and
law
until I felt my efflorescence wane
and yielded to her husbandry with awe.
Tennis Racquet
She flaunts her gender with subversive
pride
by flashing dangling earrings on the court.
Not happy just to take a smash in stride,
she lobs returns to guys whose reach falls
short.
Much more than forward femme with backhand
force
who happens to sport tresses and a skirt,
she's someone who can volley men off course.
Past channeling her prowess into flirt
who shows off beads of sweat like pendant
pearls,
she marshals male desires with her game
which makes the strongest sportsmen reel
like girls.
Indeed. Her stroke's precision stokes their
flame.
And though her curves might make their
senses vault
her swift serves startle them to double
fault.
Frank De Canio lives in
New Jersey and works in
Manhattan. Psychology
major - a few credits
short of a BA degree. He
loves the theater, music
of all kinds ranging
from Bach to Bob Dylan,
Shakira, Latin pop,
opera, etc., some world
music. He has written
over 1000 poems, so he's
bound to repeat himself.
He has been published in
Red Owl, Rook
Publications journal,
Pleiades, Danger,
Nuthouse,and a few more
journals forthcoming
including Medicinal
purposes.
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