Suncatchers blind commuters on the sour streets of New Haven
as frogs croak wildly at 2 AM
Nylons slither down my scrawny legs
in obeisance to gravity
Mother’s glasses sit askew on her aquiline nose
after too many Mai Tai’s in the pre-dawn light
And you wonder why the mechanisms of Wall Street
interest me not in the least?
A Sawyer's Daughter 
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LOL — thanks! Just a little mental garbage I put down on paper. It made me laugh and I thought, what the heck? 🙂 Thanks!!
Gravity is stronger in some neighborhoods than others, Julie. Thanks for the vivid images and the chuckles.
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You’ve no idea how skinny my legs were in 8th grade. My nylons – we didn’t have pantyhose then – really did slide down to my ankles. Cringeworthy!
Yikes! I’m happy you survived to tell the story.
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Barely!! LOL – get it. ‘bare’ – ly. HA!
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You have a way with words, for sure!
I don’t know about that… 🙂
Thanking you!!
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