Man Bathing
In this park,
heads turn like blind flowers
in a violent wind
away
from skin
the color and texture
of buttered toast.
The wash cloth he uses
is ashen
as his hair.
I tell you this--
the birds, their wings agape
and drying in the sun,
could not garner
more attention.
--Bernadette K. Geyer
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--Bernadette Geyer