I'm only blonde sometimes.

Friday night and

high heels tempt,

nails red as blood,

lip gloss outshines 

the setting sun;

a practised look, 

hair falling, 

ingenue.

Sunday in the park,

we walk, he asks 

and I explain the world.

He smiles, then nods,

a small hand curls so

softly into mine;

an artless look

untainted by the

march of time.

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[Ed Hart]

i like blondes sometimes, but my very favorite with sugar on top is sunday walks in the park