Nature

XV. A Belt of Evanescence

XV.

A belt of evanescence
With a fraying cloth;
A weakening of leather,
A rush of falling pants;
And every blossom on the bush
Adjusts its tumbled head,—
His underwear is skimpy
And the cheeks are red!

 

The original postal version.

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