Sunning

There was blame, and she was blaming.

Attachments, names, and she was naming.

Sounded lame, I was reframing.

So much shame when we start shaming.

I said, “Makes no sense, so please hold on.”

I took some light, on no facts shone.

With no past tense, and she was gone.

She jumped the fence, and she was gone.

I took it hard, no, I’m just cunning.

I hit the road, looked both ways running.

Most lies are cold and twice as stunning.

Warm my bones on beaches sunning.

Dennis Mantin

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