cloud flounces

in azure and fuchsia

and silken white lacy scallops;

well, that was Meghalaya

when i was nine.

flounces, i still know:

that is me

every time

you turn glib

and gab me

into disgraceful flow

like an ostrich strutting

into hiding, you said?

P.S: GN, as promised 🙂

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6 Responses to Flounce

  1. Gajanan says:

    and as promised, i shall leave my comments too 😀 😀

  2. Gajanan says:

    do ostriches strut in the sand?? i thought they hid their heads in the sand 😛 😛

  3. Gajanan says:

    i am sure u flounced around when u said to urself “such cheek!!!” 😛 😛

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